How could you cut your hair?

Me: Why was Poppy comforting Dave?

Nell: She went for her New Year’s haircut and apparently he is not coping with the drastic change.

Me: Oh no.

Nell: You know what he’s like about hair. Wearing a wig at the first available opportunity. Wanting a man bun. I mean, really?

Me: Yes, he does admire AJ the gardening Afghan’s flowing locks and he loves the way he ties up the front.

Nell: Ridiculous. Anyway, when Poppy walked in with short hair he gave a desperate bark.

Me: Oh dear. Not one of his desperate barks? They are usually when someone leaves without him.

Nell: Exactly. I don’t know how many times I have explained to him that desperate barks cannot be used willy-nilly. Desperate times deserve desperate barks. Not haircuts.

Me: You are right.

Nell: Anyway, she has explained to him that it is much easier for her to keep it short with all the cooking she does and that it will grow again soon.

Me: Has he calmed down?

Nell: Yes. The Cat came round with a selection of wigs and some faux fur coats.

Me: He will love that.

Nell: Yes. Poppy made some fresh scones and we are having Cottage pie for tea which is David and Harriet’s favourite.

Me: Good.

Nell: Please tell me David didn’t just walk past with Gladys in an Afghan coat and a blonde wig?

Me: At least she’s not in your handbag.

Nell: The coat wouldn’t fit in my handbag.

Me: Of course not. Sorry.

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