Me: What are you all waiting for?
Nell: Canadians.
Me: Canadians don’t just turn up, you know.
Nell: Yes, they do.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Rhu visited us for tea a few days ago and Shel and Jaime are arriving today. That’s three already.
Me: I suppose so.
Nell: And then Chris is coming over from Toronto in a couple of weeks.
Me: Chris isn’t Canadian.
Nell: Shannon is. Chris lives there. And we mustn’t forget Michael Bouvier the singer. He gets everywhere.
Me: You mean Bublé.
Nell: I do not. Now, Poppy is checking if we’ve got any Maple Syrup.
Me: I think they want Sticky Toffee Pudding.
Nell: You can’t have that for breakfast.
Me: They won’t be here until lunchtime.
Nell: So why are we waiting here in the cold and rain then?
Me: I have no idea.
Nell: Honestly, as if I don’t have better things to do. You shouldn’t be outside either with your nasty sore throat.
Me: Yes, it’s really chilly out here. At least Knitwear Wolf is appropriately dressed for once.
Nell: Yes, although those leg warmers are a little excessive. It appeared to be herding sheep this morning and was wearing a tweed cap which I find rather worrying.
Me: Did you wave?
Nell: Certainly not. It doesn’t need encouraging.
Me: There is no harm in being friendly.
Nell: I’m beginning to think Knitwear Wolf might be a Weather Wolf.
Me: A Weather Wolf?
Nell: Yes. But not a very good one.
Me: Why?
Nell: It obviously knew storms were coming but it got its days wrong.
Me: I didn’t know Weather Wolves existed.
Nell: You have Weather forecasters.
Me: Do you have Weather Dogs then?
Nell: Of course we do. Carol the Collie. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
