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.
