Me: It was lovely to visit the Dog and Dash activity field again.
Nell: Yes, it was.
Me: I even managed to take some photos of you all together.
Nell: Only after you yelled at us ‘Nobody move!’.
Me: One of you is always running off.
Nell: It’s called Dog and Dash for a reason.
Me: Yes. Dog and Sit doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.
Nell: Although, nowadays I find myself sitting rather than dashing.
Me: I’m the same. Nice Lady Anwen waved at me this morning, by the way.
Nell: Really?
Me: I was looking out of my bedroom window and she saw me.
Nell: She’s not supposed to know we’re watching her. Did you wave back?
Me: Of course I did. It would have been awfully rude not to.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: She’s coming to Sunday Songs.
Nell: How do you know?
Me: She told me.
Nell: Do you mean you had a conversation?
Me: Just a short one.
Nell: Unbelievable.
Me: She wanted to change hats ready for the singing.
Nell: What singing?
Me: The singing at Sunday Songs.
Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir are singing.
Me: I know. And Lady Anwen is a Welsh corgi.
Nell: She’s not in the choir,
Me: Not yet. I suggested she ask if there are any openings.
Nell: Openings?
Me: They might need another voice.
Nell: You suggested Lady Anwen joins the choir?
Me: Yes. She was delighted at the idea.
Nell: Why do you think Sally wants us to keep an eye on her?
Me: That’s Nasty Lady Anwen. I was talking to Nice Lady Anwen.
Nell: They’re the same animal. Has it never occurred to you that nice animals can have a nasty side, or nasty ones a nice side?
Me: Oh dear. Sorry.
