Nell: All I can say is two pairs of socks, a hat and a scarf.
Me: I told you it was chilly outside this morning. It is November you know.
Nell: No. That’s what Manuel knitted while he was listening to the Evening Story.
Me: Gosh. He’s wasted as a waiter.
Nell: Knitwear Wolf and The Cat agree. They want him on their team.
Me: What team? Football? He would be ever so good in goal.
Nell: I’m not talking about sport, although you should see the way he plays table tennis. Timothy didn’t have a chance.
Me: I didn’t know Timothy played. Shouldn’t he be on retreat? This isn’t a safe time for turkeys.
Nell: Nobody is getting near Timothy. Don’t you worry.
Me: Good.
Nell: Now, where was I?
Me: Talking about teams.
Nell: Oh yes. Manuel is going to join the knitting team.
Me: That’s an excellent idea.
Nell: There have been so many orders in the lead up to Christmas that the timing couldn’t be better.
Me: I hope people buy our book as a Christmas present.
Nell: I’m sure they will. It’s the perfect present. An antidote to all the gloom in the world at the moment.
Me: Thank you. That’s what I am hoping.
Nell: And they aren’t just any old Conversations, you know. They’re with me.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: We just have to ask everyone to spread the word.
Me: Yes. I’m sure they will.
Nell: Did you hear that?
Me: No. What?
Nell: A Beefy just yodelled.
Me: Surely not.
Nell: It’s doing it again. Well, that’s the limit.
Me: I love yodelling. It reminds me of The Alps.
Nell: This is Devon, not the ‘Sound of Music’. The cows will be wearing bells next.
Me: I’d rather like that. Sorry.
