Me: Have you seen Nigel?
Nell: He’s in the living room in the yellow chair.
Me: Oh good. I thought he might be shut outside.
Nell: It’s pouring with rain. Why would he be outside?
Me: He likes sitting outside.
Nell: Not in this weather. Credit him with a little sense.
Me: What are we going to do about Sunday Songs?
Nell: Umbrellas, raincoats and wellington boots are by the front door.
Me: Couldn’t we give it a miss, this week?
Nell: No, we could not.
Me: I hate getting wet.
Nell: Think of the poor little Welsh Corgi Choir singing their hearts out to nobody.
Me: If nobody is there they can all go home to the warm.
Nell: They travel a long way to sing in our village. It’s not as easy for them as it used to be.
Me: No, you’re right. How do they get here?
Nell: Rupert collects some of them and the others go in the Whippets Institute minibus.
Me: Knitwear Wolf is such a kind animal. Where is he?
Nell: Out delivering cardigans.
Me: Delivering cardigans and collecting corgis. He never stops.
Nell: Rupert likes to keep busy.
Me: Maybe we should take some bacon sandwiches with us to Sunday Songs? And some flasks of tea?
Nell: That’s an excellent idea. There’s no Sunday Roast today so bacon will be more than welcome.
Me: No Sunday Roast?
Nell: Herr Hoffmann wanted a change so we’re having goulash.
Me: Goulash is certainly suitable for this weather.
Nell: It is and it can be eaten out of a bowl which I find satisfying.
Me: Any chance of an apple crumble?
Nell: Too risky.
Me: Those thieving Beefies are ruining our lives.
Nell: It’s just an apple crumble, not the end of the world.
Me: Sorry.
