Me: I caught Harriet playing Cheeky Animals in the living room.
Nell: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. She definitely stuck her tongue out.
Nell: Did you say ‘Cheeky Animal’?
Me: No. I didn’t have time.
Nell: You didn’t catch her then.
Me: But I saw her.
Nell: You have to say it out loud.
Me: Oh Fiddlesticks! I thought I’d finally caught her.
Nell: Fiddlesticks? What century are you in?
Me: I’m frustrated.
Nell: You were never going to catch Harriet. She’s the mistress of Cheeky Animals. Try playing with David.
Me: Why were you lurking behind Harriet?
Nell: I wasn’t lurking. I was resting.
Me: I could see you listening. Were you two having one of your spying conversations?
Nell: Did you enjoy Mexican night?
Me: You’re changing the subject.
Nell: I tried out Monica Ellis’s idea of a crunchy taco inside a soft tortilla. It was delicious.
Me: It was.
Nell: It combined the best of both worlds.
Me: It did.
Nell: I noticed you didn’t wear a sombrero.
Me: There wasn’t enough room for another one.
Nell: I blame the llamas.
Me: Why were they wearing fluffy coats?
Nell: They were disguised as alpacas.
Me: Any particular reason?
Nell: Does there have to be?
Me: I just wondered why being a llama wasn’t enough.
Nell: Sometimes one simply wants a change. It’s no different to wearing a wig.
Me: True.
Nell: Talking of wigs, that Beefy in a long black wig stole a taco.
Me: Romeo?
Nell: Yes. He wasn’t invited. Seagulls never are.
Me: Which is actually quite sad when you come to think of it,
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Imagine always being the uninvited guest at the party.
Nell: If you’re not invited to the party don’t go to the party.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
