Me: It’s ever so cold and misty outside.
Nell: I know. Sunday Songs is definitely going to be held in the Village Hall today.
Me: Good, because I don’t think we’d be able to see each other if we were outside.
Nell: Talking of seeing, have you noticed Nigel?
Me: Noticed him?
Nell: Yes. Gazing at Sally.
Me: Gazing at Sally?
Nell: You’re doing that repeating thing again. You know how much it annoys me.
Me: Sally’s a pretty animal. Everyone gazes at her.
Nell: Not like Nigel.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: I’m afraid there might be a little Unrequited Love going on.
Me: But Nigel knows Sally is with Dave.
Nell: You can’t help your feelings.
Me: You think Nigel has a crush on Sally?
Nell: I do.
Me: Has Dave noticed?
Nell: Of course not. David only has eyes for Sally and bacon.
Me: What about Sally? Do you think she’s noticed?
Nell: Definitely. And so has Harriet. Noticing Things is what spies do.
Me: Poor Nigel. A crush is an awful thing.
Nell: It is.
Me: It’s not Nigel’s fault.
Nell: Nobody said it was. Lionel’s had a crush on me for years and there’s nothing to be done about it.
Me: Don’t bring that dreadful Mafia Lion into this.
Nell: Mafia Lion?
Me: Speaking Italian and sending flowers.
Nell: You should listen to yourself. Did you talk to Sally?
Me: I did. She says I’m not to worry and she’s on the case.
Nell: There you are then. Let’s leave it to her.
Me: You don’t think Mike’s joined the Mafia, do you?
Nell: Mike the Polar Bear?
Me: Someone suggested he might have a recording device on his head.
Nell: Well, it couldn’t be anywhere else on him, could it?
Me: No. Sorry.
