Me: It’s jolly snowy out in the fields this morning. We’ll need to Keep Warm.
Nell: There’s nothing jolly about it.
Me: It is beautiful, Nell. You have to admit that.
Nell: I’m glad Gladys saw reason and moved Glide with Gladys into The Barn.
Me: Yes, it was all getting a bit much for the llamas, wasn’t it?
Nell: There’s only so much gliding one can do in a snowsuit.
Me: Don’t I know it.
Nell: Do you?
Me: Yes. I’ve worn snowsuits in the past. I used to go skiing regularly in another life.
Nell: I can’t imagine that.
Me: It was never for me. I’m scared of heights and I have a terrible sense of balance but at least I tried.
Nell: Poppy’s worked out the best way to Keep Warm.
Me: Yes. Cushions and Labradors. It works for me too.
Nell: We have our uses. Why aren’t you wearing your fingerless gloves?
Me: I didn’t know I needed them.
Nell: There’s no point in wearing a hat if you don’t wear matching gloves. Ask The Cat. It’s never without them in this weather.
Me: But I’m inside.
Nell: We’re all inside. You don’t see Malcolm without his socks.
Me: Malcolm needs socks because he’s a flamingo but I never know if Manuel is wearing socks or gloves.
Nell: It’s difficult to tell with tentacles. Have you finished your porridge?
Me: Yes, it was delicious. That spoonful of honey made it extra tasty.
Nell: Good. Henry and Horst suggested it. They were at a winged insect conference and brought some back.
Me: Henry and Horst aren’t winged insects. They’re woodlice.
Nell: Quiet. It was an undercover mission. Why do you think they’ve been wearing stripy coats and wings?
Me: I thought they were just Keeping Warm. Sorry.
