Me: You’re looking lost in thought. Were you daydreaming about a handsome wolf in a forest green cardigan?
Nell: Certainly not. What are you doing down here so early in the morning? You’re supposed to be upstairs writing. I haven’t even had my breakfast.
Me: My Wednesday Writers workshop is starting soon, so I need to post an early conversation.
Nell: I hope the conversation isn’t with me because I’m not available to chat before breakfast, as you well know.
Me: I thought you might make an exception.
Nell: Talk to the paw.
Me: That’s not very nice, Nell.
Nell: I suppose I might be persuaded to converse with you briefly over a freshly baked roll with farmhouse butter and local honey, and a small cup of Earl Grey.
Me: How kind of you.
Nell: Keep the conversation light, though. No deep philosophising, or romantic ramblings.
Me: When have I ever rambled?
Nell: Am I supposed to answer that?
Me: I was wondering what you thought about non-slip socks, actually.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: I noticed the llamas slipping on the wooden floor the last time they came for tea and that got me thinking.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: You have to be careful not to lose your footing with your arthritis, so maybe the answer is non-slip socks?
Nell: You think I would wear non-slip socks?
Me: Only in the house.
Nell: And what do you mean ‘came for tea’? Have you been entertaining the llamas?
Me: No. They do all the entertaining. I just provide them with sandwiches and cakes.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Knitwear Wolf might have some, or we could ask The Cat?
Nell: Do you seriously think The Cat would dream of going anywhere near a non-slip sock?
Me: Perhaps not. Sorry.
