Me: Did I hear Harriet singing this morning?
Nell: Yes, she’s practising her solo for the carol singing.
Me: Is it for Sunday Songs?
Nell: No. They’re going around the village this evening.
Me: They? Is she going with Dave?
Nell: Amongst others.
Me: The Welsh Corgi Choir?
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t have a whole choir knocking on people’s doors.
Me: Well, who is going carol singing?
Nell: David, Rupert, The Cat, Babycakes Gillespie, Gladys and a couple of llamas, and Henry and Horst, of course.
Me: But they’re woodlice. Nobody is going to hear them.
Nell: It’s the taking part that counts.
Me: Can they walk that far?
Nell: They’ll be riding on David’s hat. Do keep up.
Me: And the llamas can’t sing.
Nell: They’ll be dancing with Gladys. They’re extremely popular with the village children.
Me: I wouldn’t have thought The Cat would be interested in carol singing.
Nell: It’s only going along to show off its latest Christmas outfit.
Me: Is it sparkly?
Nell: Let’s just say it’s taking sequins to the next level.
Me: The village is going to love that. Is anyone else joining in?
Nell: Lionel King. He has a beautiful voice.
Me: I can’t believe it, Nell. He’s a bad animal.
Nell: He’s lonely and it’s Christmas.
Me: Nevertheless.
Nell: Enough.
Me: Why didn’t anyone ask me if I wanted to go carol singing? I used to sing in a choir.
Nell: They didn’t need to ask you.
Me: Why not?
Nell: Because I already told them you’d be happy to join in.
Me: You did?
Nell: Yes. You might be a slow walker but you can still sing and you love carols.
Me: I do.
Nell: Well, go and practise with the others then. They’re waiting.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
