Calling, Corgis and Christmas Jumpers

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.

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