Me: Harriet looks deep in thought. Do you know why?
Nell: I do and you’re not going to believe this.
Me: I might. Try me.
Nell: Harriet was on surveillance this morning and saw Nice Lady Anwen at the bus stop.
Me: But Lady Anwen isn’t nice.
Nell: She is now. She’s chatting away to the villagers and Harriet even saw her smile.
Me: I can’t believe it.
Nell: I told you, you wouldn’t.
Me: She isn’t there anymore. Did Harriet take a photo of her?
Nell: Yes, she did. Look.
Me: Gosh. She seems completely normal.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: And even a little bit fluffy.
Nell: What on earth does that mean?
Me: Look at her sweet face. I could almost cuddle her.
Nell: Don’t do that.
Me: She’ll be wanting to join the Welsh Corgi Choir next.
Nell: I hope not.
Me: Maybe she’s seen the error of her ways?
Nell: I’m not sure about that, but she certainly seems happier.
Me: I almost like Nice Lady Anwen.
Nell: Fine, as long as you remember that Nasty Lady Anwen is lurking underneath.
Me: It’s a proper mystery.
Nell: Talking of mysteries, David’s interview with the Daily Growl went extremely well.
Me: Good.
Nell: He invited the reporter to a Canadian breakfast and they ended up bonding over bacon.
Me: Sounds like Dave. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He’s so charming.
Nell: Well, he was the Mayor of Kingsbridge.
Me: Yes, I’d forgotten.
Nell: He might even become the next mayor of this village.
Me: Does it have a mayor?
Nell: Not yet.
Me: Maybe he could charm Nice Lady Anwen?
Nell: Maybe we should leave that to Harriet and Sally?
Me: Knitwear Wolf would be just her cup of tea.
Nell: Rupert is my betrothed.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
