Me: Wasn’t it glorious to be able to go on our old walk through the fields?
Nell: It was delightful.
Me: It was one of those crisp, cold, sunny, winter days that makes your heart sing.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: That makes you glad to be alive.
Nell: Although it’s particularly cold at the moment.
Me: Yes. The temperature has definitely dropped.
Nell: Yes. I was talking to Knitwear Wolf about it over breakfast this morning. He is organising a warm blanket for me, as I felt a little chilled last night.
Me: How kind of him. Any bacon?
Nell: No. It’s Monday. Toast and marmalade for me with a nice pot of Earl Grey, and a bagel and coffee for Rupert.
Me: He is Canadian.
Nell: Yes, and he supports Babycakes Gillespie. It’s cold out there with the cart you know.
Me: It must be.
Nell: Fortunately the llamas are excellent customers. They love nothing more than a coffee and a doughnut.
Me: I thought Babycakes only sold bagels.
Nell: In this weather? No, doughnuts are a must.
Me: I haven’t had a doughnut in years.
Nell: Well, go and get one then, before they’ve all gone.
Me: Why? Do you think there’s going to be a rush on doughnuts this morning?
Nell: Of course. It’s Monday and the Whippets Institute are rambling.
Me: I didn’t know.
Nell: Haven’t you noticed the minibus is parked here every week?
Me: I can’t say I have, but if it’s during my writing time I don’t really notice much.
Nell: They like to begin and end their walk from here. Sometimes the larger animals join them.
Me: But they’re not whippets.
Nell: Whippets are allowed guests. How else would David be allowed to join the debating society?
Me: I see. Sorry.
