Me: That’s a sweet photo of Myfanwy.
Nell: Yes, I agree.
Me: Well, don’t keep me in suspense.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: I know she’s told you all about it.
Nell: She might have done. In confidence.
Me: I won’t tell anyone.
Nell: We both know that isn’t true.
Me: Yes, but only our friends and they are ever so good at keeping quiet.
Nell: Well, they had a pleasant stroll by the quay.
Nell: Knitwear Wolf was very kind and courteous.
Me: Oh dear. People are usually kind just before they say something awful.
Nell: Not in this case. He explained that he was extremely touched to hear that Myfanwy cared for him.
Me: But he just thinks of her as a friend?
Nell: Stop leaping in. You aren’t writing this conversation. May I continue?
Nell: He said he’d like to get to know her a little better and wondered if she might join him for dinner some time soon.
Nell: This evening actually. Poppy is cooking them dinner here.
Me: What are we having? Lasagne, or fish? Or steak? Wolves probably enjoy a good steak.
Nell: We are not having anything at all. It is a dinner for the two of them. Not us and definitely not you. Good grief. The mere idea.
Me: Dave won’t cope without dinner, Nell. It’s nearly Christmas and he needs to keep his strength up.
Nell: Of course we are eating something. The Cat has invited us all to a fondue night at the Big House.
Me: So it will just be Myfanwy and Knitwear Wolf here then?
Nell: Apart from the Welsh corgi choir. They are providing the background music.
Me: That’s a bit much, Nell.
Nell: I’m joking.
Me: Yes. Sorry.