Me: You’re looking rather world weary this morning.
Nell: I wish Poppy and Harriet would calm down. It’s far too early for Shenanigans.
Me: It’s just their usual morning Rough and Tumble.
Nell: Poppy is ten years old. You’d think she’d have grown out of it by now.
Me: Would you though? It is Poppy. At least it doesn’t involve a sword.
Nell: Of course not. No swords in the bedroom.
Me: I thought she slept with one under her pillow?
Nell: She does. Under her duvet to be accurate, but it’s inside her palace so it’s allowed.
Me: Sandringham is still in my bedroom.
Nell: I wish you wouldn’t call it that. It’s most disrespectful to the King.
Me: I know it’s the name of one of his palaces but Poppy has two and we need to differentiate between the one upstairs and the one downstairs.
Nell: Do we?
Me: Yes. Downstairs is simply Poppy’s Palace and upstairs is Sandringham.
Nell: I suppose it makes sense.
Me: What’s put your nose out of joint?
Nell: My Daily Growl had marmalade all over it.
Me: Dave didn’t mean it. It’s an easy mistake to make. Marmalade sticks to the paws.
Nell: You don’t even know if it was David.
Me: I sort of do.
Nell: Anyway, when I complained Rupert just laughed and told me to ‘chill’.
Me: Knitwear Wolf said ‘chill’?
Nell: Exactly. He never says words like that.
Me: No. He’s more of a ‘calm down, dear’ kind of wolf uncle.
Nell: He’s not my wolf uncle and he never says ‘dear’.
Me: Was he wearing a cardigan?
Nell: Of course he was wearing a cardigan. He’s always wearing a cardigan.
Me: I thought he might have swapped it for a hoodie.
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous.
Me: Sorry.
