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.
