Me: Is there something going on in the field?
Nell: It’s Sunday Songs.
Me: But Poppy seems absolutely fascinated and even Dave was quite interested for a while.
Nell: That boy has a very short attention span.
Me: Unless it’s food.
Nell: Obviously.
Me: Poppy has barely moved. She’s completely mesmerised.
Nell: It’s probably just the llamas cartwheeling again.
Me: There’s nothing unusual about that.
Nell: True. Let me see. What on earth are they doing?
Me: Who?
Nell: The llamas. They’re driving around madly in jeeps.
Me: Jeeps?
Nell: Yes. Filled with corgis.
Me: Where did they get them?
Nell: It’s the Welsh Corgi Choir.
Me: I meant the jeeps.
Nell: They’ve taken them from the Indiana Bones set. They had no right to do that.
Me: I didn’t know the llamas could drive.
Nell: Poppy taught them.
Me: That’s probably why she’s watching so closely. Maybe she’s grading their driving skills.
Nell: Nonsense. The corgis look absolutely terrified.
Me: Do you think the llamas kidnapped them?
Nell: Don’t be silly. They probably offered them a lift.
Me: That’s kind. I’ve often worried about them walking here on their little legs.
Nell: It’s part of their Sunday morning routine. They always get taken home in the Whippets Institute minibus.
Me: Not today.
Nell: Well, I’m going to put a stop to this. Sundays are for quiet contemplation not dashing around in jeeps.
Me: I agree. I can’t hear any of the singing.
Nell: It’s more squealing than singing. They’re going to need some hot sweet tea and shortbread.
Me: Poor little things.
Nell: It’s no good. We’ll simply have to find a stage manager.
Me: Isn’t that a bit excessive for Sunday Songs?
Nell: I’m talking about the movie. Someone needs to keep everything under control.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
