Nell: David looks exhausted.
Me: It’s very hot at the moment, Nell.
Nell: I know.
Me: Dave doesn’t really know what to do with himself. Poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Lots of fluids and stay out of the sun.
Me: I’m doing the same thing.
Nell: How was the Beefy Choir yesterday?
Me: Awful. They ended up fighting.
Nell: Hooligans.
Me: Someone had organised tea and biscuits for afterwards and one of the Beefies stole one.
Nell: During Sunday Songs?
Me: Yes. And then they all started shouting ‘Mine!’ and swooped down and took the lot.
Nell: How rude.
Me: And greedy.
Nell: Very.
Me: I don’t think they’re going to be invited back.
Nell: I can’t imagine who invited them in the first place.
Me: Your friend.
Nell: Dorothy?
Me: No, that wretched lion.
Nell: Lionel King invited the Beefy Choir?
Me: He’s become extremely involved in the village community since you left.
Nell: I’m pleased to hear that.
Me: He’s bound to be up to no good, Nell,
Nell: I expect he thought inviting the Beefies would be a way of building bridges.
Me: You’ve changed your tune.
Nell: The real culprit is whoever left a plate of biscuits out near a group of seagulls. Everyone knows they’re thieves.
Me: I thought I was doing a kind thing.
Nell: Excuse me?
Me: Frau Hoffmann made a whole batch of her lovely biscuits and I thought it would be a good idea to share them with everyone.
Nell: Beefies don’t share.
Me: I forgot they were going to be there.
Nell: You should have taken the biscuits home as soon as you saw them. Or at least hidden them away.
Me: I know that now.
Nell: You meant well, but don’t do it again.
Me: No. Sorry.
