Me: I’m going to miss this view so much when we leave.
Nell: Well, we’re not leaving yet as we’ve had no offers on the house, so just enjoy it.
Me: I’ll try.
Nell: Stay in the now. Worrying about what is to come never helps.
Me: Dave seems a bit down in the dumps.
Nell: He’s missing Sally. It’s nearly Valentine’s Day and he doesn’t know if she has time to come down here to see him.
Me: She usually manages it.
Nell: Yes.
Me: Talking of down in the dumps, you don’t seem too happy either.
Nell: I’m going to have to talk to Rupert about the stolen recipe book. He had every opportunity to give it back to us yesterday and he did nothing.
Me: Maybe it wasn’t him. Henry and Horst couldn’t see the motorbike rider’s face.
Nell: I know, but it was Rupert’s motorbike.
Me: It could have been someone trying to pretend to be him.
Nell: Why?
Me: To protect themselves and cast the blame elsewhere. I refuse to believe Knitwear Wolf would do anything bad.
Nell: I’m struggling to believe it too. The only solution is to talk to him.
Me: You’re probably right.
Nell: Have you seen him this morning?
Me: No, but I’ve been writing and lost in a world of my own.
Nell: He hasn’t delivered the newspapers which is odd.
Me: He’s probably busy doing good. You know what he’s like.
Nell: I thought I did.
Me: Lionel seems in a good mood.
Nell: Thank goodness someone is. He’s bought me some hugely expensive white satin sheets for my bed.
Me: That’s not very you.
Nell: No. But I daren’t tell him I’d much rather have my soft blanket.
Me: I think you should, Nell. I really do. Sorry.
