Me: Loving the sombreros. Nigel looks amazing in his.
Nell: Do you think mine is a little too large?
Me: You wear it well.
Nell: Better than Harriet?
Me: Much better.
Nell: David fell asleep wearing his.
Me: I imagine wearing a sombrero is rather tiring.
Nell: He had a little too much sangria yesterday. Where’s yours?
Me: First of all it’s Sunday, Nell, so I’m not sure why you’re wearing them again, and secondly I’m simply not a sombrero kind of person.
Nell: We’re wearing them today because Sunday Songs is Spanish Themed.
Me: Are the villagers onboard with this?
Nell: They’re delighted. The llamas are going to lead the village children up to the recreation ground to the sound of castanets.
Me: I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Sundays are traditionally quiet and some people might not want to join in.
Nell: Nonsense. Once they see the Welsh Corgi Choir dancing flamenco they will be amazed.
Me: Or stunned. Are they wearing mantillas?
Nell: I have no idea but the veils are going to get in the way of the singing not to mention those flowing dresses.
Me: Yes. They’ve only got little legs. All that stamping is going to wear them out.
Nell: The llamas are doing the stamping. They have the right shoes.
Me: I hope they don’t spit. You know what they’re like when they get excited.
Nell: That’s the reason for the veils. You’d better pick yours up from The Cat.
Me: I’m not really a veil sort of person either.
Nell: Be spat on then. See if I care.
Me: Maybe I can just watch from afar.
Nell: No way, Jose. See what I did there?
Me: Very funny.
Nell: Pass me my fan, please. It’s time to go.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
