Me: Why is Dave looking worried?
Nell: He knows you are missing the grandchildren.
Me: I am. Alice sent over some beautiful photos of them both.
Nell: Yes. I thought we could share them with everyone.
Me: Yes. They are growing up so quickly. Faye was just a baby the last time I saw her and now she is walking around.
Nell: And Jonathan is quite the big brother now, isn’t he?
Me: Yes. Bless him.
Nell: You will see them soon. Trust me.
Me: I know. I’m just having one of those moments.
Nell: It’s fine not to be fine, you know.
Me: Yes.
Nell: But not for too long, please. We have work to do.
Me: But it’s Saturday, Nell.
Nell: What do you feel about ponchos?
Me: Ponchos?
Nell: Is it something a llama could wear?
Me: It’s certainly better than a dressing gown in this weather.
Nell: True.
Me: And easily slipped on and off.
Nell: Yes.
Me: It also allows for freedom of movement.
Nell: Good point.
Me: So all in all I would say a poncho would be an excellent idea for a llama.
Nell: That’s what I said to Knitwear Wolf.
Me: Does he agree?
Nell: He does. The Cat wants vibrant colours, however, which is all wrong.
Me: Is it?
Nell: Yes. Llamas suit browns and earth colours.
Me: But what if they want a bit of colour in their lives? A little pizzazz and va va voom.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Sometimes you need to wear colours, Nell. Even if they don’t really suit you.
Nell: I don’t want to look out of my window in the morning to see cartwheeling llamas in fluorescent pink ponchos.
Me: They’re not always cartwheeling.
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: No. Sorry.
