Me: I’m glad you and I were able to go on a little walk together yesterday. We didn’t walk far but it was still lovely.
Nell: The quiet was most enjoyable after the noise and drama of Sunday Songs.
Me: I don’t think the Welsh Corgi Choir should have tried to sing over the Beefy Choir.
Nell: And I don’t know why the llamas started cartwheeling.
Me: Gladys said it was an interpretive dance.
Nell: It was complete and utter chaos.
Me: You said we should all just grin and bear it.
Nell: Corgis have a very short fuse. Especially when it comes to seagulls singing,
Me: Seagulls really can’t sing, can they?
Nell: They looked unjustifiably pleased with themselves. Why did everyone clap at the end?
Me: Because it had stopped?
Nell: You might be right. Please tell me nobody has a birthday this week.
Me: They don’t.
Nell: Good. Because you’re going to have to concentrate on getting well.
Me: I’m doing a lot better.
Nell: You’re still coughing and sneezing.
Me: The pollen isn’t helping.
Nell: This cold has gone on too long.
Me: Chris still has it. It’s a nasty one.
Nell: At least Kev and Charlotte are doing better.
Me: I don’t seem to be able to deal with colds very well since I had Covid.
Nell: I know. Now, you need to start thinking about Chris and Shannon’s wedding and what you’re going to wear.
Me: Kev and I were going to go shopping.
Nell: That will have to wait. In the meantime The Cat has ordered several dresses.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: Sequins and feathers aren’t really my thing.
Nell: You’re the mother of the groom, not Lady BaBa. Of course there won’t be sequins.
Me: No. Sorry.
