Me: Is that my cardigan?
Nell: Yes, I needed something soft for my chin.
Me: You are looking a little tired. Didn’t you enjoy Thanksgiving dinner?
Nell: To be honest I missed Rupert’s company. He cancelled at the last minute.
Me: Yes, and I know why.
Nell: Tell me.
Me: Yesterday evening Olive the Other Reindeer and I were waiting at the top of the lane ready to follow Poppy.
Nell: Did you wear the full Santa outfit or just a hat and beard?
Me: I decided to go for the whole thing plus boots.
Me: I’d just taken a bite of mince pie when Poppy sped past us on a motorbike.
Nell: She doesn’t have a motorbike.
Me: It was Knitwear Wolf’s.
Nell: The cheek of it.
Me: She didn’t steal it. He was riding it with Poppy behind him and Myfanwy in the sidecar.
Me: Olive managed to keep up until they took the turning to Dartmoor.
Nell: I see.
Me: And I had to keep taking selfies which slowed us down.
Nell: Why did you do that?
Me: It wasn’t for myself, Nell. Everybody wants their photo taken with Santa and her reindeer.
Nell: Are you eating a biscuit?
Me: Yes. Poppy’s made some delicious shortbread.
Nell: Biscuits aren’t allowed.
Me: Poppy says it’s all fine now and there’s no need to worry anymore.
Nell: What if Poppy has gone over to the dark side?
Me: She was with Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: And Myfanwy.
Me: I forgot that.
Nell: Did you say they took the turning to Dartmoor?
Nell: You know what’s up there?
Me: Beefy Mansion?
Nell: And Dartmoor Prison currently housing a certain evil royal corgi.
Me: Lady Anwen?
Nell: Exactly. Put that biscuit down at once.