Me: I’m so glad Sally has arrived.
Nell: So am I.
Me: Dave’s face was priceless when he saw her.
Nell: David could have shown a little more composure.
Me: He actually squealed in delight.
Nell: I know. I heard him. The whole village did.
Me: And then he ran around the house looking for something to bring her.
Nell: I’m not sure she wanted a tea towel.
Me: She didn’t mind. She just smiled and said, ‘Oh, Davey.’
Nell: Yes.
Me: They’ve really missed each other.
Nell: It certainly seems that way.
Me: Do you know Sally’s plans?
Nell: She wants to meet Lady Anwen. I thought afternoon tea might be a good idea.
Me: What about dinner?
Nell: David is taking Sally to our local pub.
Me: Kev and I were thinking of going there too.
Nell: Well, don’t gatecrash their evening. It’s supposed to be romantic.
Me: I wouldn’t dream of it. I can be romantic, by the way.
Nell: You’re not invited.
Me: We’ll sit somewhere else. Don’t worry.
Nell: No photos. I know what you’re like.
Me: I’ll try not to take any.
Nell: Trying is not enough.
Me: Sally’s met Lady Anwen before, hasn’t she?
Nell: Yes, but not Nice Lady Anwen.
Me: I’m sure they’ll get on well.
Nell: Nice Lady Anwen seems to get on with everyone. The Cat’s even invited her to join our Bridge Club.
Me: Maybe she really has changed?
Nell: It’s possible.
Me: I hope you’re not inviting that dreadful lion to tea.
Nell: I am, as a matter of fact. It did him the world of good last time he was here. He even washed and combed his mane.
Me: I don’t trust him, Nell.
Nell: We’re giving Lady Anwen a second chance.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
