Nell: What do you think of these photos?
Me: You and Harriet look absolutely lovely.
Nell: Thank you. Lionel said exactly the same thing when he saw them.
Me: Did he indeed? What about Knitwear Wolf?
Nell: Rupert hasn’t seen them yet. He’s gone to collect a friend from the station.
Me: Did you just say A Friend?
Nell: Not A Friend. Just a friend of his from the Dartmoor Knitting Circle.
Me: Rupert runs a Knitting Circle on Dartmoor?
Nell: He runs Knitting Circles all over Devon. He’s even thinking of branching out into Cornwall.
Me: Goodness me. How does he manage to do that and deliver the papers?
Nell: He’s the coordinator and he doesn’t just deliver papers.
Me: I know. So who is this friend then? Male, or female.
Nell: Her name is Bovey Tracey and she’s an Old English Sheepdog, if you must know.
Me: Interesting. Can she sing?
Nell: I have no idea. Probably. Most sheepdogs can. Why?
Me: Sunday Songs are starting soon and I thought she might like to join in.
Nell: I see.
Me: Is she staying for lunch?
Nell: Yes. Poppy’s making extra Yorkshires if that’s what you’re worried about.
Me: So, Knitwear Wolf has a new lady friend with beautifully fluffy hair who can knit.
Nell: Why are you smiling?
Me: I think your nose is going to be put severely out of joint.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: Rupert wasn’t going to wait for ever. He was bound to move on.
Nell: Move on where?
Me: There you were dillying and dallying with that wretched lion ignoring what was right under your nose.
Nell: Bovey Tracey is merely an acquaintance.
Me: You only have yourself to blame if she isn’t.
Me: The truth hurts. Sorry.