Me: Somebody seems rather happy to see a certain handsome wolf in a fetching hat back from Canada.
Nell: Yes. It’s lovely to have Rupert home again.
Me: Isn’t it?
Nell: You’re very late posting this conversation today.
Me: It’s Sunday so I decided to have a slow start for a change.
Nell: But Sunday Songs is starting soon. Where’s your hat?
Me: I’ll be ready. Don’t worry. Let’s talk about Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: There’s nothing to talk about. He’s home and that’s all that matters.
Me: Yes. I’m just so happy to see you both together again.
Nell: I noticed.
Me: When he walked through the door and said, ‘Hello Nelly’ my heart lifted.
Nell: Calm down. You’re getting carried away again. And he was talking to me, by the way.
Me: Yes, Nelly, he was.
Nell: Anyway, for some strange reason Sunday Songs is dedicated to love.
Me: How surprising.
Nell: Stop smiling.
Me: I love a bit of romance.
Nell: I’m not sure why the Welsh Corgi Choir are dressed as flowers.
Me: They look adorable in those petal hats.
Nell: Gladys wants Rupert and I to walk to the recreation ground together surrounded by dancing llamas.
Me: At least they’re not cartwheeling.
Nell: They have red roses in their teeth.
Me: Wonderful.
Nell: I asked for a low-key celebration of Rupert’s Return.
Me: We don’t do low-key, Nell. You should know that by now.
Nell: And where did the marquee come from?
Me: Herr Hoffmann thought a Sunday lunch buffet would be just the thing.
Nell: Are we feeding the whole village?
Me: Everyone’s bringing something. It’s a pot luck sort of celebration. Stop questioning everything and go with the flow.
Nell: Well, come on then. I’m not doing this on my own.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
