Snuggly Dog Faces, Soggy Sandwiches and Fluffy Scones

Me: There’s nothing like a group of snuggly dog faces. Look at darling Harriet.

Nell: Kindly stop taking photos of us and get back into bed. You’re not well.

Me: I’m just a bit run down, Nell. I think it’s all this looking at houses and talking to estate agents.

Nell: Back into bed. We need to discuss yesterday’s afternoon tea.

Me: Tell me again what happened.

Nell: Stephen Seagull arrived in a bow tie carrying a bunch of seaweed in his beak.

Me: Unusual, but interesting, and better than mackerel, I suppose.

Nell: Only just.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Malcolm showed him into the living room where he decided to sit on the Stuffed Tiger.

Me: How very surprising.

Nell: The tiger thought so.

Me: It always looks like that.

Nell: Anyway, Susan engaged him in polite conversation until Miss Penny Lane arrived.

Me: How did she manage that? The Stuffed Tiger has never said a word to me.

Nell: I’m talking about Stephen Seagull.

Me: Of course.

Nell: When Penny walked in Stephen bowed and took off his hat.

Me: You never mentioned a hat.

Nell: Didn’t I? Then afternoon tea arrived and Stephen asked Penny to join him on the Stuffed Tiger.

Me: It is quite big.

Nell: That’s not the point. She refused and told him in no uncertain terms what she thought of him and his evil gang of Beefies.

Me: Was he offended?

Nell: Not at all. He loved it almost as much as the soggy sandwiches David brought him.

Me: So, you went down the bad tea route?

Nell: We decided on half and half. Soggy sandwiches but fluffy light scones.

Me: Good idea.

Nell: He dipped them in his tea.

Me: How disgusting.

Nell: Fluffy scones are wasted on Beefies.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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