Me: Why is Nigel monitoring the bus stop? Lady Anwen hasn’t been there for days.
Nell: He’s been watching Lionel, if you must know. There’s something definitely wrong with him.
Me: Don’t start all that again, Nell. Lionel and Bobby Socks are just having fun.
Nell: There’s something not quite right about it all.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: There’s a madness in his eyes.
Me: You mean badness.
Nell: No. Nigel agrees. No lion in its right mind would go riding around on a pony.
Me: Lots of people ride ponies and horses. We see it all the time here in the village.
Nell: He’s not even wearing a riding hat. Gladys always wears one when she’s riding a llama.
Me: True.
Nell: Beauregard said he would never ride a pony and Mrs King concurred.
Me: What are you trying to say?
Nell: Someone is manipulating him.
Me: Why would anyone want to force him to be friends with a pony?
Nell: I’m not sure they are friends. Not really.
Me: Well, Nice Lady Anwen is definitely friends with Bobby. I saw them sharing an apple.
Nell: Where?
Me: Around the back of the village hall.
Nell: What were you doing there?
Me: Looking for a poster about the Charity Auction, Nosey Parker.
Nell: Leave the spying to us, please.
Me: I wasn’t spying.
Nell: Moving on, you’d better eat your bacon sandwich and finish your tea. Saturday Kitchen is starting soon.
Me: Talking of kitchens, Italian Night was wonderful, wasn’t it?
Nell: There was a little too much Eating by Mistake for my liking but it was most enjoyable otherwise.
Me: Dave didn’t mean to eat your meatballs.
Nell: He added Parmesan cheese and extra sauce.
Me: I know.
Nell: And licked the bowl.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
