Me: That’s a magical photo of Kingsbridge, isn’t it? A photographer called Chris Iversen took it and I thought it was too beautiful not to share.
Nell: The light is lovely and it’s so quiet.
Me: It always is after the shops close, especially in winter.
Nell: It’s a magical photo of Harriet, too.
Me: I took that one.
Nell: I didn’t think it was Chris Iversen.
Me: The Mayor of Kingsbridge was too tired to pose.
Nell: David’s been busy rehearsing.
Me: Why?
Nell: The Cat wants him to sing at the Fancy Dress Ball tomorrow night.
Me: So, it’s a ball now, is it?
Nell: Yes. It’s all got quite out of paw. Is a bouncy castle really necessary?
Me: The llamas love it.
Nell: And does The Cat really need jugglers when Manuel’s around?
Me: Just because he’s an octopus doesn’t mean he can juggle.
Nell: Have you seen him toss a pancake?
Me: True.
Nell: The Whippets Institute Big Band are playing and the Welsh Corgi Choir will be singing everyone into the New Year in kilts.
Me: Are you sure you don’t want to go?
Nell: No, a nice cup of tea with you by the fire will do.
Me: If you change your mind it’s fine with me.
Nell: I won’t. No matter how many times Lionel asks me.
Me: You’re not going with that lion.
Nell: I just said I wasn’t, didn’t I?
Me: I’m not sure the Welsh Corgi Choir should be wearing kilts. They’re not Scottish
Nell: You can have kilts in Wales.
Me: It should be tall black hats and woollen shawls.
Nell: They’ll be wearing shawls. Rupert will make sure of that.
Me: Dear Knitwear Wolf. So handsome and kind.
Nell: Stop matchmaking and drink your tea.
Me: Sorry.
