Me: Nigel and the puppies have been sitting at the window for ages. Are we expecting visitors?
Nell: How do you feel about croissants for breakfast? I thought it might make a pleasant change with some of Frau Hoffmann’s homemade raspberry jam.
Me: Is there something you’re not telling me, Nell?
Nell: Sunday Songs is taking place outside in the field again so please don’t forget your wellington boots and a hat.
Me: You’re ignoring me again.
Nell: Guest performer today is Roley Moley with Babycakes Gillespie on the drums.
Me: I didn’t know Roley Moley could sing and I definitely didn’t know Babycakes played the drums.
Nell: Pugs have excellent rhythm.
Me: Do they?
Nell: And moles often hide their lights under a bushel.
Me: Roley Moley is a sort of spymaster. It’s probably part of the job description.
Nell: Sunday roast may be a little late today but Yorkshire puddings with gravy are worth waiting for in my book.
Me: Why will it be late?
Nell: And a good joint of beef only benefits from resting.
Me: I know you can hear me? Why is lunch going to be delayed?
Nell: We’re unsure of numbers, if you must know.
Me: So, we are having visitors?
Nell: Yes. You’re obviously not going to leave this alone. Sally and the Royal Owl Force are expected.
Me: Do owls eat beef?
Nell: They do, actually, but that is not the point
Me: It will be if it’s the whole Owl Force.
Nell: It will probably only be Owl Pacino for lunch and perhaps Tawny Tim.
Me: Sally’s coming to pick up the diamonds, isn’t she? That’s why Roley Moley is here and the owls are escorting her.
Nell: You may think that. I couldn’t possibly say.
Me: Of course not. Sorry.
