Me: Dave’s face was a picture when Sally walked through the door.
Nell: We had no idea she was coming.
Me: She wasn’t sure if she could get away from London at all over Christmas so it was a last minute decision.
Nell: A very good one.
Me: Yes. When she said ‘Hello, Davey’ and he turned around and saw her was one of the loveliest moments I’ve seen in a while.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: I could hear music playing.
Nell: That was probably Sir Roger Blubbery. Princess gave him a French Horn for Christmas. As if the constant clapping wasn’t enough.
Me: It’s a seal thing. I’m surprised he can play at all. It can’t be easy with flippers.
Nell: He can’t. Haven’t you heard him?
Me: At least he’s giving it a good go.
Nell: And why does she have to sing along?
Me: I think it’s endearing.
Nell: Even the Beefies have started wearing noise cancelling headphones.
Me: I wondered what they were.
Nell: Moving on, Sally’s requested a meeting this afternoon for all those with sensitive noses.
Me: I have a sensitive nose. It gets awfully red in the cold.
Nell: That’s not what is meant, and you know it.
Me: So it’s a dogs only meeting?
Nell: No. Cats have an excellent sense of smell.
Me: Would The Cat really want to be a spy?
Nell: Let’s just say it turned up in dark glasses, a beret and a long raincoat this morning.
Me: Are Henry and Horst involved?
Nell: Henry and Horst are always involved.
Me: Do woodlice even have noses?
Nell: Some do and some don’t. They won’t be doing the sniffing, anyway. They’re much higher ranking.
Me: Are they spymasters like Sally?
Nell: I couldn’t possibly say.
Me: No. Sorry.
