Introducing Herr Hoffmann

Nell: You sound worse.

Me: It’s only a cold, Nell. I’m spending today in bed as it’s Jonathan’s big starting school celebration tomorrow and I have to be there.

Nell: Try and be sensible, please.

Me: I didn’t do much yesterday. We went to Faye’s kindergarten and she cycled home. Darling little thing.

Nell: Clever girl.

Me: Then we played board games with Jonathan Sky and Andre cooked us dinner. It was a lovely family time.

Nell: Poppy and the puppies spent most of their time at the window waiting for you.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: I’ve told them there’s no point until Sunday but they won’t listen.

Me: Bless them.

Nell: Now, I’ve noticed you’ve stopped talking about that bear.

Me: You mean the one in the fetching hat?

Nell: I do. Did he come to your Berlin Breakfast?

Me: Herr Hoffmann joins us every morning. He brings fresh rolls from the bakery.

Nell: Herr Hoffmann?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Don’t you know his first name?

Me: We’re still on formal terms. He’s a very traditional bear with excellent manners. He reminds me of you.

Nell: I’m nothing like a bear.

Me: No, that’s more Dave’s thing. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. But your manners are impeccable.

Nell: Thank you.

Me: You and Herr Hoffmann would get along very well indeed.

Nell: You’re not bringing him home with you.

Me: I never said I was.

Nell: I know what you’re like.

Me: I don’t even know if Herr Hoffmann has a passport.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Or if there are any seats available on the plane.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Because he would need extra leg room. Being a bear and all that.

Nell: All what?

Me: The fluffiness and the big paws.

Nell: I give up.

Me: Sorry.

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