Nell: You’re not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: Rupert is at the Winter Olympics. He was taking part in the skiing in the women’s cross-country team sprint for some reason.

Me: No, he wasn’t, Nell.

Nell: Several people contacted me. Some with photos of him crossing the finishing line.

Me: That was a 2 year old Czechoslovakian Wolfdog called Nazghul.

Nell: How do you know?

Me: Because his photo is everywhere.

Nell: It looked a lot like him.

Me: Only if you wanted it to, Nell.

Nell: I was surprised. Rupert doesn’t ski.

Me: No, but he paddleboards.

Nell: Yes, do you remember when we first saw him paddleboarding at Hope Cove?

Me: Yes, he waved to us.

Nell: He did. It was a long time ago now.

Me: Yes.

Nell: I miss him.

Me: Of course you do.

Nell: I really liked the thought of him being at the Winter Olympics in Italy.

Me: Funny how Italy keeps cropping up.

Nell: Sunday Songs is all about the Winter Olympics so make sure you wear your ski suit.

Me: I don’t have one.

Nell: Never mind. The Welsh Corgi Choir do. Lionel says Stanley is going to bring a bowl of spaghetti bolognese to cheer us up.

Me: Have you been talking to that lion again?

Nell: I’ve been talking to everyone.

Me: I don’t think anyone should be eating spaghetti bolognese at Sunday Songs. It’s rude.

Nell: Tell David that.

Me: Sundays are for roasts not spaghetti.

Nell: There’s room for both, although I’ve lost my appetite now you’ve crushed my dreams.

Me: What dreams?

Nell: That Rupert won a medal at the Olympic Games and is bringing it home to me.

Me: It’s a lovely dream but that’s all it is, Nell. I’m sorry.

Me: Have you heard anything from Rupert?

Nell: Nobody has heard anything for days.

Me: It’s not like him at all.

Nell: The llamas have been delivering his newspapers. Badly.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: They seem to think they can just throw them at people.

Me: They probably think they’re in the United States.

Nell: Just because they line dance and wear the occasional cowboy hat doesn’t mean they’ve turned North American.

Me: Never mind.

Nell: Anyway, we can’t waste time chatting. I need you to be up and doing.

Me: But it’s Saturday.

Nell: Rupert is missing and we need to launch a search party.

Me: I think you might be overreacting, Nell.

Nell: I’ve organised Missing posters and I need them distributed countrywide.

Me: Did you say countrywide? Or countywide?

Nell: Countrywide. He may not be in Devon.

Me: Goodness me.

Nell: We’ll start with the UK but we might need to expand our search.

Me: Are you expecting me to drive around the UK with posters?

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. I want you to put them up in the village.

Me: That’s a relief.

Nell: I’ve reported Rupert as Missing to PC Panda so the police are on the case.

Me: Good to know.

Nell: Owl Pacino and Count Bingo Flamingo are covering the air and Princess. Sir Roger Blubbery and the Navy Seals are covering the sea.

Me: Gosh. You’ve been busy.

Nell: Henry and Horst are coordinating everything with the help of the VSA.

Me: VSA?

Nell: Very Small Animals. Do keep up.

Me: Can I see the poster?

Nell: Here it is.

Me: It’s missing some important information.

Nell: What?

Me: It just says ‘Contact Nell Martin’. What if people don’t know who you are?

Nell: Everyone knows who I am.

Me: Right. Sorry.

Me: Look at this sweet photo of Chris with baby Harriet. Isn’t it adorable?

Nell: Yes.

Me: How tiny was she?

Nell: Very.

Me: You’re being a bit quiet this morning. Is something wrong?

Nell: I still haven’t heard from Rupert.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: He hasn’t replied to any of my texts and he’s ignored the countless voicemails I left him.

Me: Maybe his iBone is broken, or not charged?

Nell: Rupert isn’t the kind of wolf to let that kind of thing happen.

Me: No, I agree.

Nell: He always makes sure to text ‘Good night, sleep well’.

Me: It is strange. Has anyone else seen him?

Nell: No. The newspapers haven’t been delivered either.

Me: Perhaps he’s decided to go away for a while.

Nell: Without telling me?

Me: It might have been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Nell: It’s not like him at all.

Me: No, it isn’t.

Nell: To be honest, I’m getting really worried about him.

Me: I’m sure he’s fine, Nell.

Nell: This is so out of character.

Me: If we don’t hear from him soon we could always ask Walter to have a fly around.

Nell: Walter Pigeon?

Me: Yes. I’m sure he could rustle up a search party.

Nell: I’d rather ask Owl Pacino.

Me: I’m not sure the Royal Owl Force can get involved in something like this.

Nell: They will if I ask them.

Me: Let’s give it another day, Nell. I’m sure he’ll be in touch soon. He wouldn’t want you to be worried.

Nell: Which is exactly why I am. Running away isn’t something Rupert would do.

Me: I wouldn’t call it running away. He might just be taking some time for himself.

Nell: There’s something very wrong about all this.

Me: I’m beginning to agree with you. Sorry.

Me: Is Marvin sulking?

Nell: He says there’s too much snow in Toronto.

Me: It looks beautiful.

Nell: It’s very cold under paw.

Me: He needs to wrap up in a soft warm blanket.

Nell: Rupert sent him one for Christmas.

Me: Have you heard from Rupert?

Nell: No, I haven’t.

Me: I’m not surprised.

Nell: Why?

Me: You haven’t been showing much interest in him recently.

Nell: Rupert knows there can never be anyone else for me.

Me: Does he?

Nell: Of course he does.

Me: I think you might need to remind him.

Nell: How?

Me: I don’t know but you’d better hurry.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: A good-looking, kind and lovely wolf like Rupert is not going to stay single for long.

Nell: He’s not single. He’s my Rupert.

Me: Is he?

Nell: Yes, and I’m his Nelly.

Me: Well, make sure you tell him that.

Nell: He isn’t answering my texts.

Me: Call him.

Nell: What if he’s busy?

Me: He’s never usually too busy for you.

Nell: You’re right. I’ll do it now.

Me: Go on.

Nell: It’s going to voicemail.

Me: Leave a message.

Nell: But I don’t want to appear too needy.

Me: Just do it.

Nell: What shall I say?

Me: I don’t know. ‘Call me. I miss you.’

Nell: Fine. Knowing Rupert he’ll call back immediately.

Me: Let’s hope so.

Nell: He hasn’t called back.

Me: It’s only been a few minutes. He might not have listened to it yet.

Nell: Yes, you’re right. It’s just so unlike him not to keep in touch.

Me: I’m afraid you might have pushed him too far this time.

Nell: Rupert is my rock.

Me: I know he is.

Nell: I can’t manage without him. He’s always there.

Me: I know. Sorry.

Me: It’s hard to believe Harriet is an international spy, isn’t it? Look at her sweet innocent face.

Nell: International?

Me: She’s been to France.

Nell: Have you ever been to Italy?

Me: Yes. Lots of times. I love it there. Why?

Nell: Someone mentioned Sicily. Have you ever been there?

Me: No. Did that someone have a mane, by any chance?

Nell: I haven’t talked to any horses recently.

Me: A lion’s mane.

Nell: I haven’t seen Mrs King, or Roary either.

Me: I’m talking about Lionel King.

Nell: It wasn’t Lionel.

Me: But you went for a drink with him.

Nell: I did.

Me: Who was it then? Stanley?

Nell: Yes. Stanley was telling me how Italian food varies depending on the region.

Me: I see.

Nell: He’s thinking of making us some Arancini.

Me: Rice balls? Kev loves those.

Nell: Good.

Me: Where did he tell you all this?

Nell: At the pub. He was there with Lionel.

Me: And Sponge Finger?

Nell: The rook isn’t Savoiardi. He’s just a friend.

Me: But he was there?

Nell: Yes, he’s thinking of starting an Italian conversation class.

Me: Is he now?

Nell: Yes. There’s a French conversation class at the pub twice a week already.

Me: Is there now?

Nell: Stop saying ‘now’ like that with your head on one side.

Me: Does Knitwear Wolf know?

Nell: Know what?

Me: That you’re learning Italian from the Mafia?

Nell: They’re not the Mafia. They’re just friends.

Me: Does he know?

Nell: Rupert knows I joined them for a drink.

Me: Was he happy about it?

Nell: I wouldn’t say he was happy exactly.

Me: I bet.

Nell: He’s fine.

Me: Where is he then? He’s usually here by now.

Nell: He’s probably just delayed.

Me: Or not coming. Sorry.

Nell: You need to talk to David.

Me: Why? Is something wrong?

Nell: He won’t get out of bed.

Me: Not even for food?

Nell: Don’t be silly. He’s a Labrador. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for food.

Me: So he’s had breakfast?

Nell: Yes, but only his own.

Me: No Eating by Mistake?

Nell: No. He just ate his boiled eggs and went back to bed.

Me: No soldiers?

Nell: Of course there were soldiers. You can’t have a dippy egg without soldiers.

Me: Well, that’s a relief.

Nell: But he only had two rounds of bread lightly buttered.

Me: Lightly?

Nell: Quite. It worried me, too.

Me: Did he drink his tea?

Nell: Yes, but without his usual gusto. You know how he loves to slurp.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: No slurping today. Just gentle sips.

Me: I didn’t even know Dave could sip.

Nell: Nobody did. There’s definitely something wrong.

Me: He’s probably missing Sally. They had such a lovely weekend together.

Nell: Long distance romances are very hard.

Me: You wouldn’t know. All your suitors are dancing around you.

Nell: All my suitors?

Me: Knitwear Wolf, that wretched lion and probably Stanley.

Nell: Stanley isn’t a suitor.

Me: I notice you didn’t disagree with me about Lionel King.

Nell: One can’t help having a crush.

Me: One jolly well can. You’re going to lose Knitwear Wolf if you carry on like this.

Nell: Rupert understands.

Me: Does he know you’re meeting Lionel at the pub?

Nell: Only for a small sherry.

Me: It doesn’t matter what you’re drinking. Does Rupert know?

Nell: My friend Dorothy tried a craft beer recently. She said it was dreadful.

Me: Stop avoiding the question.

Nell: I’m going to tell Rupert.

Me: You’d better, or I will. Sorry.

Nell: There are too many Labradors in this house.

Me: I know you’re talking about Nigel. He’s going home today.

Nell: There’s such a thing as outstaying your welcome.

Me: Don’t be mean, Nell. You know Nigel’s suffering from unrequited love for Sally.

Nell: Well, she’s gone back to London now so he and David can mope around together.

Me: Why are you all in the living room, by the way?

Nell: We’re monitoring Mike.

Me: Mike the Polar Bear?

Nell: Do you know any other Mikes?

Me: I do, actually.

Nell: I meant around here?

Me: Why are you monitoring him?

Nell: To see if he’s listening, of course. Do keep up.

Me: How can you see if someone is listening?

Nell: I shall ignore that. We think he’s in league with the Stuffed Tiger.

Me: That’s nonsense.

Nell: You’ve got a blind spot when it comes to that tiger. It gets away with anything. Secretive, nosey animal.

Me: It’s stuffed.

Nell: Nigel hates it.

Me: Kev told me a funny thing. He and Nigel were walking past the pub and Nigel went crazy when he saw the two lions outside.

Nell: Was one of them Lionel King?

Me: No. The stone lions. Why did you think it was Lionel? Does he have a lion friend?

Nell: I don’t know who Lionel’s friends are but there are probably a few lions in the mix and they might go to the pub now and again.

Me: You know something.

Nell: I do not.

Me: Has Lionel King been in touch with you again?

Nell: It’s none of your business.

Me: Has he invited you to the pub?

Nell: He might have done.

Me: You’re the one with the blind spot, Nell.

Nell: I am not.

Me: Lionel is trouble. Sorry.

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.

Me: Happy Valentine’s Day Nell.

Nell: Thank you and the same to you.

Me: Dave is over the moon to have Sally visiting us, isn’t he?

Nell: I understand the red rose but the serenading is becoming rather tedious.

Me: He’s only sung a few songs. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: With a backing band and cartwheeling llamas?

Me: They caused quite a commotion at the Bus Stop.

Nell: The bus had to wait.

Me: Sally and the villagers loved it.

Nell: She loves everything Davey does.

Me: Stop being such a curmudgeon, Nell. They’re in love and it’s Valentine’s Day. Did you get anything for Rupert?

Nell: Driving gloves, if you must know. His paws get cold in winter when he’s on his motorbike.

Me: I saw your flowers and card.

Nell: Which ones?

Me: I beg your pardon. Did you have more than one card?

Nell: I had three, to be exact, and a dozen red roses, a bouquet of wild flowers and a bowl of spaghetti bolognese.

Me: I’m guessing Rupert gave you the wild flowers.

Nell: Correct.

Me: Loving, but not ostentatious. What about the red roses?

Nell: You won’t like it.

Me: It was that wretched lion, wasn’t it?

Nell: Lionel can’t help his feelings.

Me: I can’t believe you would accept roses from that animal.

Nell: He means well.

Me: What did the spaghetti bolognese say?

Nell: It was a very large bowl so I think it was probably for everyone.

Me: I mean the card?

Nell: It said ‘Benvenuto in famiglia’.

Me: Welcome to the family.

Nell: Your Italian is getting better.

Me: Don’t you see what that means?

Nell: No.

Me: It’s what the Mafia say. They call themselves The Family.

Nell: It was just a card. Calm down.

Me: Sorry.

Me: What’s the matter with Dave and Harriet? They look like they’ve seen a ghost.

Nell: They’re looking at the head.

Me: The head?

Nell: Yes.

Me: In your bed? Is it a horse’s head? I knew this would happen.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: It’s what they do to frighten people.

Nell: Who?

Me: The Mafia.

Nell: Who mentioned the Mafia?

Me: You’re right. Probably best not to mention them.

Nell: I’m talking about the Polar Bear.

Me: They put a polar bear in your bed?

Nell: No. It’s on the wall.

Me: On the wall?

Nell: Yes, in the living room.

Me: Why didn’t you tell me that before?

Nell: I tried.

Me: That’s just Mike.

Nell: Mike?

Me: Mike the Polar Bear. Alice gave him to me for Christmas and Kev must have finally got around to putting him up.

Nell: Don’t you think someone should have told us?

Me: He’s been in the kitchen on the shelf next to the recipe books. I’m surprised you didn’t notice him before.

Nell: I didn’t.

Me: He’s from Dartmouth, so he’s a local bear.

Nell: Stanley was looking at our recipe books.

Me: Was he?

Nell: Maybe he asked Kev to move Mike?

Me: I was right.

Nell: About what?

Me: It’s a classic Mafia move. Very clever.

Nell: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Me: This time it’s a polar bear on the wall but next time it could be a horse’s head in your bed.

Nell: I worry about you sometimes. I really do.

Me: We need to stay alert.

Nell: You’ll be pleased to hear Sally is on her way down here from London.

Me: Did Harriet tell her my theory?

Nell: I think it’s best you do that yourself.

Me: Yes. Sorry.