Me: Look at your adorable sandy face.
Nell: You see this is what you do.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: You simply can’t stop yourself. How would you feel if I posted a photo of you with sand all over your face?
Me: I wouldn’t mind. I think you look lovely.
Nell: Talking of lovely, Henry has an admirer.
Me: He does?
Nell: A rather beautiful butterfly, although what it is doing flying around at this time of year I do not know.
Me: You don’t think it’s Colin, do you?
Nell: What on earth are you talking about?
Me: Well, he is a caterpillar.
Nell: Colin is on a six month contract with The Chronicle. He is covering the Christmas Market next week.
Me: I didn’t know.
Nell: This butterfly is all unnecessary around Henry. It follows him everywhere, fluttering away.
Me: I think that’s rather wonderful.
Nell: So does Henry. David told me he is chuffed to bits at the attention.
Me: Did you notice Knitwear Wolf’s outfit today?
Nell: Yes. He’s wearing a soft cable knit sweater in dark grey.
Me: How do you know it’s soft?
Nell: It looks soft.
Me: And cuddly?
Nell: I have no idea. Why?
Me: Gladys says Myfanwy’s got a huge crush on him.
Nell: Oh dear. I can’t see that going anywhere.
Me: You never know. Stranger things have happened.
Nell: Don’t I know it.
Me: Look at Gladys and Alejandro and Knitwear Wolf is ever so fond of the Welsh corgi choir.
Nell: ‘Fond of’ says it all though, doesn’t it? I am fond of a scone, or a cup of Earl Grey.
Me: I see what you mean. Dave is fond of bacon sandwiches.
Nell: No. David loves bacon sandwiches. There is a difference.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
