Nell: I’m afraid we had no choice.
Me: What are you talking about?
Nell: When we went down to the beach and noticed a Beefy wearing a sporran we had to call for back up.
Me: Owl Pacino?
Nell: No. Handsome.
Nell: Yes. The Cat’s cousin Handsome from South Carolina in the United States. Do keep up.
Me: I didn’t know The Cat had a cousin.
Nell: The Cat has cousins everywhere. None of them, however, are quite like Handsome.
Me: He certainly has a determined look in his eye.
Nell: I definitely wouldn’t want to cross him.
Me: When does he arrive?
Nell: Later today. His private jet is landing in a few hours. Knitwear Wolf is collecting him on his motorbike.
Me: Is Rupert still wearing a loose cardigan?
Nell: No. He is in an Argyle sweater this morning and corduroy trousers in a rather fetching forest green with a matching beret.
Me: He sounds very dashing.
Nell: Where are you going? Your case is packed.
Me: To the Writers’ Retreat. I told you about it ages ago.
Nell: So just when everything starts happening you go on holiday?
Me: It’s not a holiday as such. I’m going there to write.
Nell: Leaving me to cope with a sporranless corgi and an international hit cat.
Me: I didn’t know that when I booked.
Nell: Not to mention Sally who is behaving very strangely at the moment.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Charlie says she seems different.
Me: How odd.
Nell: And Knitwear Wolf isn’t sure about her either.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: He keeps muttering ‘Really?’ to himself.
Me: Keep me posted and please look after Kev.
Nell: You know I will. Now go and write.
Me: Yes. Sorry.