Nell: Well, go on spit it out. I know you’ve got something you want to ask me. I can tell by the fake smile.

Me: It’s not a fake smile.

Nell: It’s your ‘I think I might be right’ smile. Rarely seen, I must admit, but never forgotten.

Me: Who were you talking to on your iBone just now?

Nell: That’s none of your business.

Me: Was it Pamela?

Nell: It might have been.

Me: I knew it. The cake didn’t arrive, did it? I told you not to Book a Beefy. I said they couldn’t be trusted.

Nell: Actually, the cake did arrive and it was delicious.

Me: I don’t believe it.

Nell: Pamela said it really lifted her spirits.

Me: Are you sure Pamela wasn’t pelted with a wet fish?

Nell: Well, a mackerel did come into it.

Me: What do you mean?

Nell: Pamela also thanked me for the fresh mackerel. Wrapped in seaweed with a recipe.

Me: A recipe?

Nell: Yes. A little extra from her designated delivery Beefy, Terry.

Me: Seriously?

Nell: Yes.

Me: What was the recipe for?

Nell: It was for chargrilled mackerel with sweet and sour beetroot, if you must know. But that’s not the point.

Me: It sounds delicious.

Nell: The point is that Rupert was right.

Me: What’s Knitwear Wolf got to do with it?

Nell: He said the Beefies need to keep busy during these difficult times and we should give them a chance.

Me: He is a very kind wolf.

Nell: He said during lockdown restaurants aren’t open and people aren’t gathering, so Beefies are feeling a little lost and alone.

Me: You mean there’s nobody’s chips to steal?

Nell: Yes. Maybe the Beefies just need to feel needed.

Me: I’m still not convinced about this, Nell. Sorry.

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