Me: Nigel was rather amazing yesterday evening, wasn’t he?
Nell: I think the Swedish meatballs must have given him confidence.
Me: Yes.
Nell: When Ramson Hunter strode in with Sven Gully on his back I thought we might be in trouble.
Me: But then Nigel said: ‘We’ve been expecting you Mr Gully.’
Nell: Well, we had.
Me: And he offered him a meatball.
Nell: I don’t think he needed to add: ‘The name’s Nigel. Naughty Nigel.’
Me: I loved that part.
Nell: They both loved the meatballs.
Me: Yes, they did.
Nell: Fortunately, Herr Hoffmann had made plenty of them.
Me: Did you know the Beefy Choir were going to sing?
Nell: I did not.
Me: Sven Gully was ever so impressed. He even joined in at one point.
Nell: Talking of joining in. Who knew Ransom Hunter was so light on his feet?
Me: Those blue eyes are contact lenses, by the way.
Nell: How do you know?
Me: He told Boo when they were dancing.
Nell: Interesting.
Me: He’s short sighted which is dreadfully inconvenient for a sheep.
Nell: I suppose it would be.
Me: All in all it was a hugely successful evening.
Nell: Sven apologised for the voices. He was showing off to Ramson, apparently.
Me: Do we believe that?
Nell: Not really, but arguing about it seems pointless.
Me: Mutley was right. Sometimes things that seem big and insurmountable are actually much smaller than we think.
Nell: Yes.
Me: The Dog and Dash activity field was huge fun, wasn’t it?
Nell: It was.
Me: And now we can all enjoy Sunday. Songs in the sunshine followed by a delicious roast dinner. What more could one want?
Nell: A little lie down might be needed. Yesterday was successful, but exhausting.
Me: Yes. Go and rest. Sorry.
