Frosted Hair

Me: I made an interesting discovery on our walk yesterday?

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Because you have thick bear-like hair it looks exactly like frosting when the rain falls on it.

Nell: Bear-like hair?

Me: You know what I mean. Since we moved to Devon your hair has become thicker. The puppies’ hair is finer so their hair just looks like it’s been gelled when it’s wet.

Nell: Has it occurred to you that it might actually have been frost?

Me: No. It wasn’t cold enough.

Nell: It felt cold enough to me.

Me: It looked beautiful, Nell, and rather Christmassy. In fact it reminded me that we need to get our Christmas tree soon.

Nell: Well, I’m very glad that my frozen fur made you so happy.

Me: It wasn’t frozen, Nell.

Nell: I’m pleased we are having a Christmas tree, though. I did wonder.

Me: Oh yes. Even though it’s only Kev and I this Christmas we need to make it look nice.

Nell: Only you and Kev? What are you talking about?

Me: Well, we won’t be seeing family.

Nell: But you will be seeing us.

Me: Yes. I don’t know where I would be without you all. You are such a comfort.

Nell: I’m not sure Poppy would agree. She’s going through everyone’s dietary requirements for the Christmas menu with Malcolm and young Benjamin Seagull and she’s not happy.

Me: Is Manuel involved?

Nell: He just keeps smiling and saying, ‘Si, Mrs Poppy.’

Me: Well, he is from Barcelona.

Nell: True. Do you know Gladys is thinking of going vegan?

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: She’s been talking to Henry and Horst again.

Me: Woodlice are naturally vegan, aren’t they?

Nell: Yes, but they don’t have to go on about it.

Me: No. Sorry.

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