Me: You and Dave look a little out of sorts this morning.
Nell: Breakfast was late.
Me: The clocks have gone back.
Nell: Back where?
Me: Back an hour.
Nell: Why?
Me: To give us lighter mornings.
Nell: What about our afternoons?
Me: Did you have fun at the ball?
Nell: Riding home in a pumpkin carriage pulled by intoxicated llamas is not my idea of fun.
Me: Intoxicated?
Nell: It was only one small shandy, but llamas can’t take their drink.
Me: Shandy’s beer and lemonade, isn’t it?
Nell: That’s not the point. They kept falling over.
Me: Was it a good party, otherwise?
Nell: No. It was very loud and there were far too many rooks around for my liking.
Me: Were they from you know who?
Nell: I know they were.
Me: Are we talking about NOIR? The Notorious Organisation of International Rooks.
Nell: You don’t need to whisper. Yes. That’s why Lionel had to leave.
Me: That lion left you alone?
Nell: I wasn’t alone. There were about 500 seagulls, for a start.
Me: Why did Lionel have to leave?
Nell: The rooks kept winking at him in a nasty way.
Me: I didn’t know rooks could wink.
Nell: They probably haven’t forgiven him for Poppy’s recipe book.
Me: He should never have got involved.
Nell: Anyway, I was more than happy to join Gladys in her carriage.
Me: What about Knitwear Wolf?
Nell: There was no room.
Me: Couldn’t he have taken you in his sidecar?
Nell: He was looking after Harriet.
Me: I told you not to go.
Nell: Let’s just enjoy Sunday Songs before the light fades, shall we?
Me: It’s only going to get dark an hour earlier, Nell.
Nell: Why can’t people leave things as they are?
Me: I know. Sorry.
