Nell: A word of warning.
Nell: Don’t argue with Poppy today.
Me: How can I argue with her when she isn’t saying anything?
Nell: She has her sword.
Nell: In the dog bed. I’m sharing it with her and it is most uncomfortable.
Me: She does look a little fierce this morning.
Nell: Let’s just say Sunday breakfast wasn’t the relaxed event it usually is.
Me: Did she cook it?
Nell: Yes. Huevos Rancheros.
Me: Spicy eggs?
Nell: Very spicy. Malcolm made the mistake of asking for no chilli in his.
Me: Didn’t that go down well?
Nell: It didn’t go down at all. His plate was removed. It’s Poppy’s way, or no way.
Me: Do you think there is any chance of some toast?
Nell: Unlikely. Fortunately Babycakes Gillespie is outside with his bagel cart, so all is not lost.
Me: That’s a relief.
Nell: I would get in the queue before the Welsh corgi choir arrive.
Me: Do we know why Poppy is fierce?
Nell: Sally thinks it might have something to do with Fifi La Beefy.
Me: I beg your pardon?
Nell: Susan was telling Poppy and Sally that she had ordered a luxury nest from Fifi La Beefy.
Me: Who is that?
Nell: Designer bedding. You must have heard of her. Dreadfully popular with the in crowd. Apparently she has a whole new range.
Me: I wouldn’t have thought Susan cared about the in crowd.
Nell: She doesn’t, but somebody sent her a voucher so she thought she would use it.
Me: And Poppy isn’t happy about it?
Nell: She has been fierce since then.
Me: I’m surprised she is so passionately against designer bedding. She loves my duvet.
Nell: There is more to this than meets the eye.
Me: Yes. Sorry.