Nell: What a morning.
Me: Why?
Nell: We were discussing Poppy’s hair. Harriet and I think she needs to book an appointment with Doug. It’s a little too wild.
Me: It’s very Poppy though, isn’t it?
Nell: Yes, but it needs taming. She says she has far too much to do to waste time on pampering.
Me: She is busy.
Nell: David said he was growing his too.
Me: He can’t.
Nell: Exactly. He was devastated when Harriet explained his hair will never grow.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: He said he wanted a ponytail like his gardening friend AJ.
Me: But AJ is an Afghan.
Nell: And then Gladys piped up from my handbag that long hair isn’t everything.
Me: She’s right.
Nell: But Gladys can’t talk. She is all hair. She’s like Cousin Itt in dog form.
Me: That’s a bit harsh.
Nell: Malcolm tried to help by saying he only has feathers but that only seemed to make it worse.
Me: Why?
Nell: I don’t know. David started rambling on about the beauty of feathers and embracing the freedom of flight.
Me: Malcolm doesn’t fly.
Nell: Finally Mutley stepped in and told David to stop whinging and embrace the freedom of short hair.
Me: Did it work?
Nell: Not really. Fortunately The Cat arrived to take David to his tap class and we could relax.
Me: Yes. They are back. I was about to tell you.
Nell: Did David just walk upstairs with my handbag?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Was he wearing a long black wig and a feather boa?
Me: Yes. I’m afraid he was. Sorry.
