Me: You two look ever so guilty.
Nell: We do not. These are our Focussed Faces.
Me: Guilty faces you mean.
Nell: No. Concerned.
Me: Why? What has happened?
Nell: Someone ate the last scone.
Me: Who would do such a thing?
Nell: We think it might have been Monty.
Me: Monty the Moose? He isn’t greedy. He’s rather restrained for a large animal.
Nell: It was probably The Cat then.
Me: The Cat isn’t fussed about scones. It prefers smoked salmon.
Nell: Well, the scone has definitely gone so somebody ate it.
Me: I have the distinct feeling that you two shared it.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: You’ve got guilt written all over your faces.
Nell: We have not. Just because David has a history of making mistakes doesn’t mean he made one today.
Me: True.
Nell: Can we move on please? I have far more pressing concerns on my mind.
Me: What are you worried about?
Nell: Myfanwy is about to make a fool of herself over Knitwear Wolf.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a corgi pine but it’s not a pleasant thing.
Me: I can imagine.
Nell: There is an awful lot of sighing and sad singing.
Me: Are you sure he doesn’t know?
Nell: He has no idea. But he will do soon because she’s written a poem.
Me: What does it say?
Nell: ‘Rupert is stylish
Rupert is strong
Rupert wears cardigans
Both short and long.
He’s the handsomest wolf
I ever did see
I love him so much
I just wish he loved me.’
Me: How adorable.
Nell: Rupert is a tall handsome wolf and Myfanwy is a short round Welsh corgi. It’s not going to work.
Me: Well, I prefer to think it might. Sorry.
