Me: You all had such fun in the activity field.
Nell: We did.
Me: So many smiling faces. It was a joy to behold.
Nell: Nigel and Boo certainly made the most of it.
Me: I know. They were dashing around like young puppies.
Nell: Nigel paid for it later.
Me: Yes. Charlotte warned me that he might feel rather achy.
Nell: I’m guessing you had a bad night.
Me: It wasn’t great. When you’re achy like that you need lots of attention and cuddles.
Nell: I don’t.
Me: No. You and Nigel are very different.
Nell: He seems much better this morning.
Me: Yes, he does and that’s a great relief.
Nell: Especially as he and Boo are singing a duet for Sunday Songs.
Me: I didn’t know.
Nell: Why do you think they’re both wearing top hats?
Me: Fashion statement?
Nell: ‘Puttin’ On The Ritz’.
Me: Must we? I’m still in pyjamas.
Nell: No, that’s what they’re singing. Do keep up.
Me: I hope there’s no dancing.
Nell: Of course there’s dancing. The llamas have been practising for hours.
Me: I meant Nigel and Boo.
Nell: There’s a little swaying to and fro and some tossing of canes.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: I think the Whippets Institute Big Band is an unnecessary extra, but any excuse and they’re packed and ready to go.
Me: I saw the minibus pull in.
Nell: I worry about their instruments. Piling them on top of the minibus seems awfully precarious.
Me: I don’t think they drive very fast.
Nell: Have you seen the way they zip along the Devon lanes? Now, Herr Hoffmann’s made German doughnuts for elevenses.
Me: Berliner?
Nell: No. Doughnuts filled with jam.
Me: They’re called Berliner in Germany.
Nell: Just make sure everyone has a serviette.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
