Nell: You’re not going to believe this.
Me: I just might.
Nell: Rupert is at the Winter Olympics. He was taking part in the skiing in the women’s cross-country team sprint for some reason.
Me: No, he wasn’t, Nell.
Nell: Several people contacted me. Some with photos of him crossing the finishing line.
Me: That was a 2 year old Czechoslovakian Wolfdog called Nazghul.
Nell: How do you know?
Me: Because his photo is everywhere.
Nell: It looked a lot like him.
Me: Only if you wanted it to, Nell.
Nell: I was surprised. Rupert doesn’t ski.
Me: No, but he paddleboards.
Nell: Yes, do you remember when we first saw him paddleboarding at Hope Cove?
Me: Yes, he waved to us.
Nell: He did. It was a long time ago now.
Me: Yes.
Nell: I miss him.
Me: Of course you do.
Nell: I really liked the thought of him being at the Winter Olympics in Italy.
Me: Funny how Italy keeps cropping up.
Nell: Sunday Songs is all about the Winter Olympics so make sure you wear your ski suit.
Me: I don’t have one.
Nell: Never mind. The Welsh Corgi Choir do. Lionel says Stanley is going to bring a bowl of spaghetti bolognese to cheer us up.
Me: Have you been talking to that lion again?
Nell: I’ve been talking to everyone.
Me: I don’t think anyone should be eating spaghetti bolognese at Sunday Songs. It’s rude.
Nell: Tell David that.
Me: Sundays are for roasts not spaghetti.
Nell: There’s room for both, although I’ve lost my appetite now you’ve crushed my dreams.
Me: What dreams?
Nell: That Rupert won a medal at the Olympic Games and is bringing it home to me.
Me: It’s a lovely dream but that’s all it is, Nell. I’m sorry.
