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.
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.