Me: What are you all waiting for?
Nell: The Sunday papers. Rupert is late.
Me: Why?
Nell: I don’t know. He is probably chatting to someone about chunky knits.
Me: I mean why are you so excited about the papers?
Nell: Barking Weekly and the Sunday Growl are both publishing reviews of David’s book.
Me: ‘Meals I ate by Mistake’?
Nell: Yes. How many books do you think he has? Didn’t you notice the reporters talking to David yesterday?
Me: There were a couple of Jack Russells in tweed caps with pencils behind their ears but I thought they were just friends.
Nell: Since when do friends record everything you say? And why do you think that Weimaraner was taking so many photos?
Me: I thought it was on holiday.
Nell: Who goes on holiday with a tripod and six cameras?
Me: Well, I could name a few people.
Nell: And why would anyone take holiday photos of David eating?
Me: I did wonder. It was only a fish pie.
Nell: What does it matter what it was?
Me: Well, if you’re taking photos of food then a seafood platter would look a lot more impressive, or a paella.
Nell: You can’t eat a paella by mistake.
Me: Have you forgotten Flamenco Night?
Nell: Oh yes. Anyway, we are keen to see what they say.
Me: It’s gone down awfully well until now so I’m sure everything will be fine.
Nell: I certainly hope so.
Me: I think I heard Knitwear Wolf’s motorbike.
Nell: Yes, that’s Rupert.
Me: Why is he carrying your handbag?
Nell: Gladys spent the night at a friend’s so he said he would collect her on the way.
Me: He’s smiling so the reviews must be good.
Nell: That wolf is always smiling.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
