Bovey Tracey is Adorable

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.

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