Me: Knitwear Wolf is awfully handsome, isn’t he?
Nell: Yes. Now, if you see a small Jack Russell with a pencil behind its ear and a rather flamboyant Pekinese holding a camera send them through to the kitchen please.
Me: More Merry Dogs?
Nell: No. The Growl on Sunday is doing an interview with Knitwear Wolf about the new knitwear line and they want to take photos.
Me: I thought he was looking particularly stylish today. Is that a cashmere cardigan?
Nell: Yes. In a warm brown. The Cat says it brings out the colour of his eyes.
Me: The Cat is good with things like that.
Nell: Poppy is making him a bacon sandwich and David is helping.
Me: I’m not sure Dave can be trusted to make the sandwiches.
Nell: No, he is taste testing the crispness of the bacon. It needs to be just right.
Me: Don’t be surprised if there is none left then. You remember the last time.
Nell: That was by mistake.
Me: Maybe he can promote the pantomime as well as his knitwear.
Nell: I’m not sure that is a good idea.
Me: Why not? It’s the perfect opportunity and Dave could join in.
Nell: Wolves don’t have the best reputation and he is playing the Sheriff of Nottingham.
Me: I’ve had a dreadful thought. He’s dating a small corgi.
Nell: That is none of their business.
Me: Myfanwy mustn’t wear her red shawl.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
Nell: I despair of you sometimes I really do.
Me: It’s probably best if he doesn’t wear a cardigan and he definitely shouldn’t smile.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Although nobody could possibly mistake him for a grandmother.
Nell: Just stop.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
