Me: Is it me, or does Dave seem a little grumpy this morning?
Nell: It’s Nigel.
Me: What’s Nigel done?
Nell: He’s taking the Dr Watson role too far.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: You must have noticed the moustache?
Me: Yes, that has to go.
Nell: So does the constant Watching out of the Window.
Me: We were all Watching until Lady Anwen turned Nice.
Nell: She isn’t Nice.
Me: She was ever so Nice yesterday at Sunday Songs and she loved her roast beef and Yorkshire puddings.
Nell: Why on earth did you invite her to Sunday lunch?
Me: It seemed the right thing to do. She was going home to a few crackers and a piece of old cheese.
Nell: You don’t know that.
Me: She’s lonely. I can tell.
Nell: This might all be part of a cunning plan.
Me: She has a lovely singing voice.
Nell: Yes, she does.
Me: I can see why the Welsh Corgi Choir agreed to give her a chance.
Nell: I don’t like her being in the choir at all.
Me: Knitwear Wolf charmed her. I knew he would.
Nell: Rupert is charming to everyone.
Me: Maybe she’s turned over a new leaf?
Nell: Don’t bring leaves into this, please. I’m already having to deal with insects bemoaning the lack of plants in our garden.
Me: Next door has lots of trees and plants.
Nell: Which is what I said, but Henry and Horst want to keep the community together.
Me: I understand.
Nell: At least Lady Anwen’s stopped going to the bus stop.
Me: I think she was only going there to make friends.
Nell: Please stick to the facts and stop making up stories which may or may not be true.
Me: Never going to happen. Sorry.
