Me: I understand Malcolm wearing a chef’s hat, but why was Dave in a sombrero?
Nell: Spillage. When Malcolm released Henry and Horst from the spider web they could have fallen anywhere.
Me: Was Dave up the tree?
Nell: David is a giant Labrador. He was under the tree eating a scone nonchalantly while ready to leap into action.
Me: Can you start again?
Nell: We arrived at the French Cafe and asked for a table next to the palm tree.
Me: Clever move.
Nell: I thought so. A rather rude Beefy with a moustache wearing a long apron asked David to remove his hat because he was blocking the view.
Me: I feel like we’ve been here before.
Nell: David pretended not to understand.
Me: Why?
Nell: He was Mexican and only spoke Spanish.
Me: Dave isn’t Mexican.
Nell: He was then. I ordered a cream tea for everyone while Malcom spotted Henry and Horst in the palm tree.
Me: Were they ok?
Nell: Yes, but the tea was disappointing apart from the scones, which were most definitely made using Poppy’s recipe.
Me: I knew it.
Nell: The cream was whipped and the jam was shop bought so I had plenty to say.
Me: You always do.
Nell: While I asked to speak to the management Malcolm began his rescue mission.
Me: How exciting.
Nell: There was far more excitement to come.
Me: Really?
Nell: Malcolm had just manoeuvred Henry and Horst into David’s hat when Gladys began her interpretive dance and knocked the table over.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: There was jam and cream everywhere.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: In the ensuing chaos David left with Henry and Horst safely in his hat.
Me: I wish I’d been there.
Nell: I brought you back a scone.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
