Me: Dave was so relieved to see Tony.
Nell: Yes. Tony has kindly forgiven him for trying to eat Little Ollie.
Me: He didn’t try and eat him, Nell. He just over reacted. He wants to be Tony’s Best Big Brave Boy.
Nell: Yes, but he needs to know that Little Ollie is living with Tony and Sue now and is consequently Family, not Foe.
Me: Talking of foes, any news on the mysterious Hunter?
Nell: Naughty Nigel hasn’t got any closer to disclosing Hunter’s identity. He’s asked to go home.
Me: Is he tired of being Bad?
Nell: Yes. Charlotte has a nasty cold and is a little low so Nigel feels his place is by her side. She finds him a Tremendous Comfort.
Me: I’m sure she does.
Nell: Nigel says he much prefers being Naughty at home.
Me: We’ll just have to keep an eye out for suspicious behaviour then.
Nell: Yes, we will.
Me: And if we spot a wolf in sheep’s clothing it might well be Hunter.
Nell: Funny you should say that. There was a wolf at Walbark wearing a woolly jumper.
Me: An odd choice in summer. What was it buying?
Nell: Fish fingers.
Me: I didn’t know wolves ate fish.
Nell: Alaskan wolves thrive on salmon. It’s a known fact.
Me: I expect it’s missing the snow then.
Nell: Excuse me?
Me: It probably hangs around the frozen food section all day dreaming of home and buys Arctic Rolls for the name.
Nell: Enough. Did Gladys just ride past on Alejandro?
Me: Yes. Very slowly.
Nell: Was she wearing a full suit of armour?
Nell: And carrying a lance?
Nell: Of course she was moving slowly. You can’t rush through the house with a lance.
Me: No. Sorry.