Me: Is my poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy being rationed because of the Plated Meal Incident?
Nell: No. He had three rounds of toast with his boiled eggs this morning. Why?
Me: He’s eating a towel.
Nell: He just likes something to chew on. Would you mind letting Harriet and I sleep now? We have a busy day ahead.
Me: I’m not sure toast is enough.
Nell: David is perfectly fine. He has a glossy coat and bright eyes. Stop fussing.
Me: Talking of coats, have you seen Knitwear Wolf’s summer cardigan?
Nell: No. I haven’t spoken to Rupert yet. He went out early to deliver the papers.
Me: It’s in a lovely sandy sort of colour and really suits him.
Nell: Rupert can carry off a casual cardigan with consummate charisma.
Me: Yes. He’s definitely the most stylish wolf I know.
Nell: You don’t know any other wolves.
Me: But if I did, Knitwear Wolf would win paws down.
Nell: Win what?
Me: Nothing.
Nell: Never talk about winning if there isn’t a prize.
Me: It’s just a saying. Like currying favour.
Nell: Don’t bring curry into this, please. It’s far too early in the day to be discussing spicy food.
Me: Never mind.
Nell: I shan’t be able to go back to sleep now.
Me: Oh good because all this talk of cardigans and curry has got me thinking.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Do you think Poppy would put on a curry night?
Nell: Maybe.
Me: Entrance could be only if you’re wearing a light cardigan.
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous.
Me: It would boost sales of Knitwear Wolf’s summer line.
Nell: I suppose it might do.
Me: And guests would be stylish and warm on the inside as well as the outside.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Sorry.
