Me: Where’s Dave?
Nell: With Tony. He needed some Reassurance.
Nell: Little Ollie is over 15kgs and growing fast so David thinks he might not be Tony’s Big Brave Boy anymore.
Me: He’ll always be Tony’s Big Boy but Little Ollie has to be his Best Boy.
Nell: Yes. David understands that now.
Me: Knitwear Wolf was looking particularly dashing this morning. I love the forest green cardigan.
Nell: Talking of green. Have you seen Gladys?
Nell: She’s walking around in thigh boots.
Me: That must be awkward.
Nell: And a knitted tunic, also in green.
Me: I hope it has a belt.
Nell: What does that matter?
Me: Tunics are awfully shapeless without belts. Ask The Cat. I saw it chatting to Rupert just now.
Nell: The Cat is looking a little sly, if you ask me.
Me: That’s just its early morning look. It’s always out of sorts until its first espresso.
Nell: Why is it wearing a feathered cap in forest green?
Me: I’ve no idea.
Nell: That wolf is behind all this. Mark my paws.
Me: You mean words.
Nell: I do not. Everyone knows you mark your paws if you want to remember something. Do keep up.
Me: I didn’t know. Have you considered that forest green might just be this autumn’s colour?
Nell: There’s more to it than that. Please tell me Malcolm isn’t wearing knitted leggings under his apron?
Me: He’s had those for quite a while. It’s getting cold in the morning so Knitwear Wolf organised some for him.
Nell: I presume they are green.
Nell: I don’t believe it.
Me: It’s true.
Nell: No. Did David just walk past carrying Henry and Horst?
Nell: Did you notice their scarves?
Me: Forest green. Sorry.