Me: Harriet loves chasing a ball so much she keeps one close even when she’s asleep.
Nell: Harriet’s exhausted. She’s been on snake alert for days.
Me: I think they’ve all gone by now. It’s too cold.
Nell: Let’s hope you’re right.
Me: People were asking about Timothy, by the way.
Nell: How kind.
Me: They know this is a particularly difficult time for turkeys.
Nell: You ordered ours, didn’t you?
Me: Don’t say that when I’m talking about Timothy.
Nell: He can’t hear you. He’s on retreat.
Me: I know, but still.
Nell: Moving on, Charlotte and Nigel will be arriving later.
Me: They will.
Nell: Is their room ready?
Me: It is.
Nell: Nigel likes a soft coverlet on his bed.
Me: It’s actually Charlotte’s bed.
Nell: Potato, potahto. Is the coverlet on the bed?
Me: Yes, and I’ve turned the heating up as it’s rather cold.
Nell: You know Kingsbridge has had to cancel all its Christmas events tomorrow because of the impending storm.
Me: Wasn’t Dave opening the Christmas market? He must be so disappointed. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He was a little low until he decided he could broadcast to the nation.
Me: Like The King’s Speech?
Nell: Yes, But it’s The Mayor’s Speech.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: He’s written a poem and the llamas are his background dancers.
Me: Does a speech need dancers in the background?
Nell: You can’t have an orchestra and a choir without dancers.
Me: Is that why the Welsh Corgi Choir are here? I thought they were practising for Sunday.
Nell: The Whippets Institute are arriving soon. Our Penguin is filming and we need it all wrapped up by 3pm.
Me: Why?
Nell: That’s when Darragh’s arriving.
Me: Who’s Darragh?
Nell: The storm. Do keep up.
Me: Sorry.
