Poppy and I went out for dinner together tonight to celebrate her move to her new house. On our walk back we had a seasonal discussion.
TH: I’m not a big fan of autumn.
Poppy: I am. I love autumn, me.
TH: Well you don’t have such an intimate relationship with it as I do.
Poppy: I suppose between your hair, gloves and kneepads you do get quite leafy
At which point she reached forward and pulled part of a tree out of my hair.