Nell: Poppy and Harriet have been playing Bitey Faces in the studio since 6am.
Me: That’s dreadfully inconsiderate of them.
Nell: Alejandro slept through it all, of course. Once that alpaca is in his hammock he’s dead to the world.
Me: Yes. He can snore for England. Or should I say Ecuador?
Nell: Now, tread carefully around David, please. He has suffered a Huge Disappointment.
Me: No bacon again?
Nell: No. Boardmasters has been cancelled due to inclement weather conditions. He is devastated.
Me: What’s Boardmasters?
Nell: The surfing music festival in Newquay in Cornwall. David was going with AJ and the surfers. He is very disappointed.
Me: My poor darling boy.
Nell: Yes. He was airing his sleeping bag when we got the news.
Me: Did it need airing?
Nell: Have you ever shared a sleeping bag with a giant Labrador?
Me: I can’t say I have.
Nell: Trust me. It needed airing.
Me: I hope we see that wolf again today. I’m beginning to look forward to its knitted outfits.
Nell: You certainly made a fool of yourself yesterday. Waving like that.
Me: I thought it was waving at me.
Nell: You can’t just wave at any old wolf on a paddle board you know.
Me: But it’s Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: Don’t start.
Me: Maybe it’s heard about Alejandro and is after his fleece?
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Up in the frozen North Alaskan wolves probably dream about the warmth of alpaca wool.
Nell: You know it’s summer in Alaska at the moment, don’t you?
Me: Yes, but it’s still chilly, Nell. And Knitwear Wolf feels the cold.
Nell: I’m not listening to you anymore. I’ve got the Mountain Dogs coming to tea and nothing is prepared. Just ask Poppy to join me, please.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
