Nell: Happy St. George’s Day.
Me: Thank you and the same to you.
Nell: Is David playing the dragon?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Who’s playing St.George?
Me: Gladys the Pomeranian.
Nell: Gladys can’t be St. George. She’s far too small and fluffy and she wears a bow in her hair.
Me: Not today. We found Poppy’s suit of armour in The Cat’s dressing-up box.
Nell: Isn’t it too big?
Me: Poppy isn’t as big as she thinks she is.
Nell: Charlie’s agreed to be the dragon.
Me: Good for him.
Nell: Mutley’s written some music and will play it while they fight.
Me: I hope nobody gets hurt.
Nell: Fortunately Guardians can’t be hurt or Charlie would never have agreed.
Me: Our dragon fight is going to begin when I get back from the dentist.
Nell: I’m glad they’re waiting for you.
Me: The Welsh Corgi Choir are going to ride in on the llamas and form a ring around David and Gladys.
Nell: Ride in on the llamas?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Where is this taking place?
Me: At the Recreation Ground.
Nell: You wouldn’t catch me riding a llama.
Me: Same here but The Welsh Corgi Choir are fearless like Poppy.
Nell: Will there be any music?
Me: Yes. The Whippets Institute Big Band will be performing. Dave wants to sing ‘My Way’.
Nell: Dragons don’t sing.
Me: I think he’s tap dancing, too.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: I’ve told them it all needs to be done and dusted by late afternoon as I’m going for my Covid vaccination.
Nell: You’re going to have quite a day.
Me: I’m not looking forward to some of it.
Nell: I know you don’t like dentists or injections but it’s for your own good and I’ll be watching over you.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
