Nell: You can’t post that video.
Me: I just did. I hope people turn up the sound and watch it until the end.
Nell: You’ll ruin David’s reputation.
Me: It’s hilarious. Kev and I couldn’t stop laughing.
Nell: Well, you’d better explain to everyone what happened.
Me: We were down at the beach and I was trying to film you in a romantic setting.
Nell: There was far too much seaweed around for it to be romantic.
Me: There was an awful lot.
Nell: And why does it always have to be me?
Me: People love you, Nell.
Nell: Most kind. Anyway, continue.
Me: I was just trying to get the angle right with the island behind you, and thinking of the music I might add to the video, when Dave let out the most enormous burp.
Nell: It was very inconsiderate and spoilt the mood completely.
Me: He didn’t care.
Nell: Boys don’t, in my experience. They’re even quite proud of themselves.
Me: It was so funny that I thought I would share it.
Nell: Mayors shouldn’t behave like that.
Me: It’s fine, Nell. No need to worry.
Nell: Now, I know today is Sunday, but it feels like we’ve had rather a lot of Sundays recently so there won’t be a roast.
Me: Fair enough.
Nell: And Sunday Songs will be gentle.
Me: Isn’t it always?
Nell: No dancing, or razzmatazz.
Me: The llamas will be disappointed.
Nell: They’re far too busy practising for New Year’s Eve. Don’t you worry about them.
Me: Is Sally staying on?
Nell: Yes. She says she has Things To Do down here in Devon.
Me: I wonder what those Things are?
Nell: You’ll be told if you need to know, and that’s all you need to know for now.
Me: Ok. Sorry.
