Nell: How are the preparations going for this afternoon’s surprise engagement party?
Me: What on earth are you wearing?
Nell: It’s just a tiara.
Me: It’s a huge tiara.
Nell: I’m the guest of honour.
Me: But you’re not supposed to know.
Nell: I’m going to The Cat’s for tea. I always dress up.
Me: Nobody wears a tiara to tea.
Nell: I do.
Me: People will know you know.
Nell: So you’re saying Rupert shouldn’t wear his crown?
Me: I beg your pardon?
Nell: Ha! Just joking.
Me: Take the tiara with you and put it on later.
Nell: My handbag is full.
Me: The Cat must have loads of tiaras in its Dressing Up Box. Borrow one.
Nell: I can’t celebrate my engagement in a borrowed tiara.
Me: I give up.
Nell: Now, I know everyone’s busy but I feel it would look suspicious if there aren’t any bacon sandwiches for breakfast.
Me: But it’s not suspicious to go to tea wearing a tiara?
Nell: Not at all.
Me: Herr Hoffmann and his team are rushed off their paws, claws and tentacles. They’ve no time to cook bacon.
Nell: I thought it was a pot luck party?
Me: It is, but they still have to provide a lot of food.
Nell: Will there be a bouncy castle?
Me: Yes, although you never bounce.
Nell: The villagers will love it.
Me: I hope you’ll join in with the line dancing. The Welsh Corgi Choir have been rehearsing for weeks.
Nell; I only got engaged on Monday.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: I’m not swapping this tiara for a cowboy hat.
Me: Shame.
Nell: But Rupert might wear his.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: So Rupert can wear his hat but I can’t wear mine?
Me: You win. Sorry.
