Me: Look at you having special cuddles with Kev.
Nell: He’s feeling much better.
Me: Yes, we’re all going to go down to the sea later for a walk on the beach.
Nell: Good. Harriet is in need of a swim.
Me: I know she is. The weather is so gorgeous I even thought about going in.
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. It’s March.
Me: Some people swim all year round.
Nell: But you aren’t one of them. Paddle, if you must.
Me: You’re right. It’s probably a bit too cold. Lucky I’ve got my lovely cardigan.
Nell: I don’t believe it.
Me: We’ve all got cardigans, Nell. You know that.
Nell: No, look out of the window.
Me: It’s just a Beefy in a cowboy hat. Nothing to worry about.
Nell: Look properly. They are all wearing cowboy hats.
Me: So they are. Some kind of seagull cowboy convention, I suppose.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes. I really do. Seagull cowboy convention?
Me: Stranger things have happened.
Nell: No, this means something.
Me: I’ve had a thought.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Do you think they’re wearing them because of the cardigans?
Nell: Nonsense. Seeing someone in a cardigan doesn’t make you want to put on a hat.
Me: It does if there’s a lion behind it.
Nell: A lion?
Me: With binoculars.
Nell: What?
Me: He’s back again. Watching us from the field.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: The Beefies were bound to support Lionel King. They can’t stand Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: Why can’t you all just let me make my own decisions?
Me: It’s much bigger than that now.
Nell: Really?
Me: Cardigans against Hats.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Knitwear versus Millinery.
Nell: I give up.
Me: Wool over Felt.
Nell: I need a lie down.
Me: Sorry.
