Me: I’m glad we had a walk on the beach and everyone enjoyed our reel.
Nell: What reel?
Me: I made a reel for Instagram and our Facebook page with music.
Nell: Whatever next? Anyway, I have to say our walk helped me put everything into perspective.
Me: Good.
Nell: I trust Rupert completely and if he’s in Paris having secret meetings with NOIR then he has a very good reason for doing so.
Me: I agree with you.
Nell: I’m not exactly sure what his reason is at the moment but I’m sure it’s a valid one. Oh, there’s a text from my friend Dorothy.
Me: What does it say?
Nell: ‘Have you seen today’s Daily Growl’?
Me: Oh no. Not more photos of Rupert and the rooks. It still sounds like a band, by the way.
Nell: I’m sure I saw Lionel with a copy of The Growl at breakfast. Go and find it.
Me: Yes, milady.
Nell: Hurry up.
Me: Here it is. I wonder why Lionel isn’t so keen to share it with everyone today.
Nell: Never mind. What does it say?
Me: ‘Tea Rooms are Toast.’
Nell: What on earth does that mean?
Me: Something must have gone wrong.
Nell: What does the article say?
Me: The launch of the NOIR tea rooms yesterday was a complete disaster.
Nell: How delightful. Tell me more.
Me: The scones were heavy, the jam was runny and the sandwiches were soggy.
Nell: But I thought they had Poppy’s recipe book.
Me: So did I.
Nell: Is there any more?
Me: ‘When asked for a statement, Head of Noir, Sponge Finger, refused to comment.’
Nell: It didn’t say that, did it?
Me: Not exactly. No.
Nell: His name is Savoiardi.
Me: I know. I just couldn’t help myself. Sorry.
