It’s ever so foggy outside

Me: Can I have a quick word?

Nell: It’s Sunday morning. I thought we agreed that today would be a day of rest.

Me: I know, but it’s ever so foggy outside.

Nell: And?

Me: I can hardly see the Welsh corgi choir.

Nell: They’re Welsh. They’re used to rain.

Me: That’s a bit harsh. I was wondering if Sunday Songs could take place in The Barn during these colder months.

Nell: I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this. Singing can only take place outside. At a distance.

Me: It’s just they look so lonely and cold.

Nell: Do stop. Poppy has organised mugs of hot tea and shortbread biscuits after the singing and they all have warm scarves and thick socks courtesy of Manuel.

Me: Talking of Manuel. Is there any reason why he is wearing an owl on his head?

Nell: Beefies hate owls.

Me: I know.

Nell: We found one of our owl hats so we thought it might deter them.

Me: It’s worth a try, I suppose. Maybe The Cat could make him a feathered cloak.

Nell: The Cat has other things on its mind at the moment.

Me: What?

Nell: The Christmas Pantomime.

Me: Is it still going ahead?

Nell: Apparently.

Me: How exciting. That’s something to look forward to.

Nell: Personally, I am looking forward to one of Poppy’s roast dinners with all the trimmings.

Me: By the way, did you know Rupert Bear is 100 years old today?

Nell: I did actually. Rupert and I were discussing it over breakfast.

Me: Do you mean Rupert Bear was here? Having breakfast? In our kitchen?

Nell: Rupert Bear is a fictional character. I was talking to Prince Rupert. Knitwear Wolf. Do try and be a little more realistic.

Me: Of course. Sorry.

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