What’s the matter with the weather?

Nell: If I was an animal who allowed bad weather to get me down I would be very down indeed.

Me: Lucky you aren’t that kind of animal then.

Nell: Yes. The llamas are dreadfully depressed. They are usually in short pyjamas by now.

Me: I know. Look at the first photo. That’s what it’s meant to look like. It’s the end of May.

Nell: Everything is a little out of sorts at the moment. Even Princess was wearing a sou’wester yesterday and she’s a seal.

Me: How is Oliver coping?

Nell: He’s a plucky little thing. Doesn’t complain about the rain at all. He’s even got used to Poppy.

Me: Good.

Nell: Follows her around everywhere she goes.

Me: Like a lost puppy?

Nell: A puppy would never be lost here. The mere idea.

Me: It’s just a saying, Nell.

Nell: It’s a bad one. By the way, we have a lot of birthdays coming up next month. Poppy will be 8, the puppies will be 4 and your sister Charlotte will be an age we shall not disclose.

Me: But first Rainbow will be 2 on Friday.

Nell: Rainbow?

Me: My granddaughter Faye Raine.

Nell: Oh you mean Fayely Whaley. Stop giving her names.

Me: That’s what you just did.

Nell: Everybody calls her Fayely Whaley. Do keep up.

Me: Something very odd is going on in the upper garden.

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: Knitwear Wolf has climbed up a tree with Poppy’s sword.

Nell: It’s a saw, not a sword. He’s making Oliver a tree house.

Me: How lovely.

Nell: Oliver is happiest in a tree. So, Rupert is making sure he is safe and warm.

Me: What a kind wolf he is. I still think that’s Poppy’s sword.

Nell: Put your glasses on.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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