Nell: Are you ready for Sunday Songs? You’ll need an umbrella.
Me: No. Dave’s upstairs on the bed being dramatic.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: He’s holding his head in his paws and refusing to talk to me or even have a Sunday morning cuddle.
Nell: I’m not surprised. You wouldn’t let him go to Lady Anwen’s dinner party on the island.
Me: It was far too dangerous. Going there in Lionel King’s boat in the rain.
Nell: Fortunately Nigel doesn’t mind the rain.
Me: Nigel?
Nell: Yes.
Me: I thought Nigel had gone home.
Nell: He’s on the island having breakfast with some French rooks and a rather interesting albatross.
Me: Albatross?
Nell: He’s called Adam and he’s visiting from New Zealand.
Me: That’s a long way to fly for dinner.
Nell: Very funny. Adam is touring the United Kingdom.
Me: With a band?
Nell: You can ask him yourself later. Nigel’s invited him to Sunday roast.
Me: Here?
Nell: Yes. Roast beef and all the trimmings. I must let Herr Hoffmann know as we’ll need lots of gravy.
Me: Why?
Nell: Albatrosses love gravy. Everyone knows that.
Me: Do they?
Nell: Besides you can never have enough gravy when there are Yorkshire puddings around.
Me: True. How was the dinner?
Nell: I’ve no idea. Nigel couldn’t talk.
Me: Why?
Nell: He was eating a croissant with raspberry jam, if you must know.
Me: I could eat one of those right now.
Nell: Anyway, Nigel will tell us all about it when he gets back.
Me: I hope he’s taking the sea tractor. The weather’s too nasty to go in Lionel’s boat.
Nell: Lionel is staying on at the island.
Me: You seem very well informed.
Nell: Lionel wasn’t eating a croissant when we talked.
Me: Right. Sorry.
