Me: It was wonderful that Elliot had time to help us with the garden again. We want it all looking good before Chris arrives.
Nell: I’m afraid his visit has caused a little friction between Poppy and Harriet.
Me: Has it? Oh dear. Why?
Nell: Didn’t you notice Poppy showing off and calling herself The Chosen One?
Me: I noticed Harriet watching them from the lounger.
Nell: Yes. She wasn’t happy.
Me: But Elliot loves Harriet. He told me he thought she was the prettiest of you all.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Oh, don’t start, Nell. You’re a classic beauty, Dave is magnificent, Poppy is cute but Harriet is undeniably pretty.
Nell: Maybe you need to tell her that.
Me: I will.
Nell: She’s outside. She said she didn’t want any breakfast and Poppy said, ‘Good, because you aren’t getting any.’
Me: That was a bit harsh.
Nell: Poppy says you shouldn’t feed a sulker.
Me: I know what she means but she shouldn’t show off either.
Nell: You can tell her that if you are brave enough. Have you seen Knitwear Wolf with the papers?
Me: No. Are you waiting for anything in particular?
Nell: The Daily Growl is publishing the dance pairings all this week.
Me: How exciting.
Nell: There’s Rupert now. Why is he looking so shifty?
Me: Don’t be silly. Although, he does look a little troubled. Shall I ask him what’s wrong?
Nell: Yes. What did he say?
Me: I’m not sure you are going to like this, Nell.
Nell: Tell me.
Me: The Daily Growl published Rupert’s dancing partner.
Me: It’s Myfanwy.
Nell: The singing corgi who turned bad and was sent to her Auntie Gwen in Wales?
Nell: Rupert’s old love?
Me: Yes. The very one. Sorry.