Me: There’s something exciting about calling Harriet when she’s at the bottom of the activity field and watching her run full pelt towards you.
Nell: Yes, because she might knock you over.
Me: She always swerves at the last minute.
Nell: Not always.
Me: Almost always.
Nell: I’m just relieved you don’t call David.
Me: I do, but Davey tends to lollop his way over to me.
Nell: Stop calling him Davey, please. His name is David.
Me: Sally does.
Nell: Sally is his fiancé. She’s allowed.
Me: He’s my Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He’s the size of a small pony.
Me: I know. It’s adorable.
Nell: Not when he sits on you.
Me: He loves to be loved.
Nell: I found a small corgi on your chair on Sunday morning.
Me: What?
Nell: David sat on it by mistake.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Goodness only knows how long it had been there.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: It needed lots of sweet tea before it was strong enough to join the others.
Me: There were more of them?
Nell: It was one of the Welsh Corgi Choir. Do keep up.
Me: I see.
Nell: I don’t think it’ll be trying that again in a hurry.
Me: I expect Dave felt terrible.
Nell: He wanted to give it a cuddle but it ran away.
Me: Once sat on, twice shy.
Nell: Exactly. Now, what’s your opinion on Christmas knitwear?
Me: I love a good Christmas jumper.
Nell: The Cat is not a fan.
Me: Christmas should be fun.
Nell: Rupert agrees and is consequently offering festive sweaters, cardigans and hats as part of his Knitwear Wolf Christmas range.
Me: Did you say sweaters?
Nell: Jumpers are sleeveless dresses to our North American friends and that would never do.
Me: No. Sorry.
