Me: Well, I think Bovey Tracey is adorable.
Nell: She wants us all to call her Tracey.
Me: She’s a breath of fresh air. The moment Knitwear Wolf arrived on his motorbike with Tracey smiling away in the sidecar I knew she would be fun.
Nell: She’s certainly got a lot to say.
Me: I don’t think I’ve seen Rupert in a beanie before but it suits him.
Nell: Everything suits him.
Me: Yes, he really is an exceptionally handsome wolf.
Nell: I know.
Me: Tracey knitted her hat herself, you know.
Nell: I do.
Me: She offered to teach me.
Nell: Good luck with that.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: I’m afraid you’re simply not the crafty type.
Me: I could be.
Nell: I would stick to writing if I were you. Rupert already gave you a beanie so you don’t need one.
Me: He and Tracey gave us all beanies. Why aren’t you wearing yours?
Nell: I’m sitting in the living room enjoying a cup of Earl Grey. I have no need for a knitted hat.
Me: People wear them inside nowadays.
Nell: Why?
Me: It’s just a thing.
Nell: Well, don’t do it. You’re a 64 year old grandmother. Beanies are for outside.
Me: Alright Grumpy Guts. Did you try any of Tracey’s homemade strawberry jam?
Nell: I did not.
Me: It goes beautifully with Poppy’s scones and that Dartmoor clotted cream is the best.
Nell: Right, that’s quite enough. I know exactly what you’re trying to do and I refuse to rise to the bait.
Me: I’m not doing anything.
Nell: Tracey and Rupert are friends and that’s fine with me.
Me: She really makes him laugh. I haven’t seen him so happy in a long time.
Nell: Yes. I noticed that too.
Me: Sorry.
