Me: Nice hat.
Nell: It’s a Knitwear Wolf original.
Me: I thought it might be.
Nell: Rupert says red is my colour.
Me: It looks lovely and warm.
Nell: It is a little warm but needs must.
Me: Must they?
Nell: Someone is coming to view our house this morning. You can’t have forgotten.
Me: We’re not taking them around the house, Nell. The estate agents do that.
Nell: I know they do. Why do you think I’m wearing a hat?
Me: To impress the viewer?
Nell: No. We’re being driven outside into the storm and rain.
Me: I wouldn’t put it like that.
Nell: Instead of being there to welcome them with tea and scones we’re being forced to leave.
Me: We’re going to the beach for a walk. I thought you’d be happy about that.
Nell: Even Lionel has been banished from the kitchen and he’s in the middle of making a beef bourguignon.
Me: I don’t think a prospective buyer’s going to cope well with finding a lion cooking a beef stew in the kitchen.
Nell: It’s much more than just a beef stew. It’s French for a start and the wine elevates it to the next level.
Me: We have to take ourselves out of the house. It’s just the way it is.
Nell: The llamas were going to casually cartwheel past the window to see how it was going but apparently that’s not allowed either.
Me: Of course it isn’t.
Nell: Well, nobody is going to stop Henry and Horst.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: They’re in position and Sidney is ready with his webcam.
Me: Sidney the spider?
Nell: Who else? Insects come into their own at times like these.
Me: But I’ve been trying to decobweb the house.
Nell: Don’t you dare.
Me: Sorry.
