Me: The puppies are still asleep on my bed. I thought they were leaving first thing.
Nell: The mission has been delayed.
Me: Why?
Nell: For a number of reasons. David feels they will all be stronger after a Sunday roast.
Me: He has a point.
Nell: You aren’t well which worries them.
Me: I’m fine. It’s just a cold.
Nell: You had pneumonia once.
Me: This isn’t pneumonia.
Nell: You were coughing all night.
Me: Any other reasons?
Nell: There is an awful lot to organise. David and Rupert have decided to help Alejandro pull the wagon so strong boots are needed.
Me: Good.
Nell: Gladys has requested rain hats and raincoats in yellow although The Cat favours dark green.
Me: Dark green blends in.
Nell: Yellow is better so they can be seen in traffic.
Me: But they don’t want to be seen.
Nell: A covered wagon pulled by an alpaca, a giant Labrador and a wolf in a cardigan is not exactly blending in, is it?
Me: I’m so glad Knitwear Wolf will be there.
Nell: The Welsh corgi choir are knitting thick soft socks for everyone.
Me: I don’t think Henry wears socks.
Nell: Henry will wear a body warmer.
Me: What about food?
Nell: Poppy is busy baking. Scones, sandwiches, Madeira cake and shortbread.
Me: Is she going too?
Nell: Yes. She’s taking her sword and leaving Malcolm here to run the kitchen.
Me: I bet Malcolm wants to go with Susan.
Nell: I’m afraid a polite flamingo on a wild and windy moor is as much use as a wet towel to a shivering dog.
Me: That’s a bit harsh. Poor Malcolm.
Nell: Malcolm is sensible. There is strength in knowing what you can and can’t do. Go back to bed.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
