Me: I noticed you watching Harriet having extra cuddles with Kev.
Nell: Harriet can be rather needy at times.
Me: Says Mrs Green-Eyed Monster.
Nell: My eyes are brown and ‘pools of wisdom’ according to Kev.
Me: He’s right.
Nell: I know I have a special place in Kev’s heart. I’ve no need for jealousy.
Me: There’s plenty of room for all of you. I’m the same.
Nell: You are not. You’re constantly favouring David.
Me: Nonsense.
Nell: That animal gets away with everything.
Me: You’re in a jealous mood this morning. What’s the matter?
Nell: Sunday Songs has been rained off.
Me: Weren’t we having it in The Barn anyway?
Nell: Only later, and now I’m not sure about the camels.
Me: Camels?
Nell: It’s the Nativity.
Me: I didn’t know we had camels.
Nell: David, Nigel and Rupert have been practising for days. The Three Kings were supposed to ride in.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: And what about the Welsh Corgi Choir and the Whippets Institute Big Band?
Me: They’re the shepherds and sheep. They’re fine in The Barn.
Nell: They were all supposed to follow the donkey.
Me: Do we have one?
Nell: Steve always comes over on the Sunday before Christmas. Do keep up.
Me: Who’s Mary, by the way?
Nell: Gladys. Personally, I don’t see Mary as a fluffy Pomeranian.
Me: Does that mean Alejandro is Joseph?
Nell: Yes. He’s doing quite well for an Ecuadorian alpaca.
Me: I bet the llamas don’t agree.
Nell: They’re far too busy dancing with the Angel Gabriel, played by Malcolm, would you believe?
Me: But he’s a shy flamingo.
Nell: We needed wings.
Me: And the innkeeper?
Nell: Beauregard.
Me: Nobody’s going to argue with a tiger.
Nell: Have you seen Gladys when she’s annoyed?
Me: Right. Sorry.
