Me: Sea sunsets are simply sensational.
Nell: Can’t you just say they’re lovely like everyone else does?
Me: It’s almost as if the angels are shining a light down on us all.
Nell: Here we go again.
Me: Or the Guardians are holding candles to show us they’re watching over us.
Nell: They’re definitely doing that. Poppy’s lists are getting longer and longer.
Me: It must be hard for her not to be actively involved in Christmas. She was always such a doer.
Nell: She still is. She’s busy organising a Guardian Christmas Party as we speak.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes. Mutley and those of his swing band who are available, are performing.
Me: How wonderful.
Nell: If you listen really carefully you might hear them.
Me: I will.
Nell: Back in the real world, Stephen Seagull has invited himself to Christmas dinner.
Me: He can’t do that.
Nell: He says Christmas is a time of goodwill to all birds.
Me: He means men.
Nell: He does not. He wants to sit next to Miss Penny Lane.
Me: It’s not a time of goodwill to all lions, in case you were wondering.
Nell: Are you suggesting we leave Lionel King all alone on the island?
Me: Yes. And he won’t be alone. He lives in a 5 star hotel.
Nell: Roary will want his father there.
Me: I suppose you’ll be sitting with Knitwear Wolf on one side and Lionel on the other?
Nell: I have no idea where I’m sitting. The Cat and I still need to draw up the seating plan.
Me: Put me at the other end of the table then.
Nell: Even if it means you’re far away from me?
Me: I can’t be far away from you, Nell.
Nell: I thought not.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
