Is Rupert Moving On?

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.

Nell: Nonsense.

Me: The truth hurts. Sorry.

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