Nell: Where is Nigel? He seems comfortable.
Me: Nigel’s at his home on Charlotte’s bed.
Nell: That looks like a lovely soft blanket.
Me: It does.
Nell: Did he get it from Rupert?
Me: I’m not sure if it’s from the Knitwear Wolf range. It might be. I’m fairly sure Rupert gave Nigel a blanket for Christmas.
Nell: How is Rupert, by the way?
Me: He’s not quite himself yet, Nell, but he‘s doing an awful lot better than he was.
Nell: Good to hear.
Me: Myfanwy has helped.
Nell: How?
Me: She has such a sunny disposition.
Nell: Good for her.
Me: Having a positive outlook on life is not to be sniffed at.
Nell: I wasn’t sniffing.
Me: You sort of were.
Nell: I’m just struggling with the idea of being replaced by a Welsh corgi.
Me: Nobody can ever replace you.
Nell: I’m not so sure about that.
Me: Don’t be silly. You’re irreplaceable and you know it.
Nell: Moving on, Poppy was asking about John the Doberman. Is he still running Starbarks?
Me: Yes, as far as I know.
Nell: What about The Cat? How is it coping without me?
Me: It’s still devastated but fortunately Dorothy has been able to distract it with shopping trips and light lunches.
Nell: My friend Dorothy is going for light lunches with The Cat?
Me: Yes.
Nell: I’m the one who lunches.
Me: I know.
Nell: With The Cat and Dorothy.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Not always together.
Me: No.
Nell: And definitely not without me.
Me: They’ve no choice, Nell.
Nell: I suppose not.
Me: You could always have a light lunch with Poppy?
Nell: Poppy doesn’t do light lunches. She’s far too busy. It’s a quick sandwich on the fly and off she goes again.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
