Nell: You’re tired today aren’t you.

Me: Yes, I am Nell.

Nell: Got the cares of the world on your shoulders.

Me: I have a bit.

Nell: I know what will help.

Me: Do you?

Nell: My upside down mad dog face.

Me: Yes, that always makes me smile. I love you.

Nell: We love each other.

Me: Best friends.

Nell: We are.

Me: I could cuddle you all day.

Nell: No! There you go again invading my personal space.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: How many times have I told you. Quit while you’re ahead.

Me: I know. Sorry.

Nell: Want to see my upsidedownmaddogface again?

Me: Yes, please.



Me: I love this photo of you and Poppy.

Nell: Yes.

Me: Loving sisters.

Nell: Sometimes.

Me: Or the terrible twins.

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: When you two get together you can be quite noisy you know.

Nell: Twins?

Me: You know what I mean.

Nell: Have you heard the noise you make when you are with your sisters?

Me: We like to laugh.

Nell: Maybe I should call you the Terrible Triplets?

Me: Don’t be silly. We’re not triplets. We are just three sisters.

Nell: My little fluffy twin Poppy might disagree with you there.

Me: Ok. Sorry.



Me: Nell, have you got a moment?

Nell: I’m watching Masterchef USA.

Me: Well, pause it.

Nell: It’s a good bit.

Me: You and your cooking programmes.

Nell: Excuse me?

Me: Yes, I know. I love them too.

Nell: Gordon Ramsay is being nice.

Me: I know. Odd isn’t it. Out of character. Sort of like if you started agreeing with me.

Nell: Never going to happen.

Me: I know.

Nell: Good try though.

Me: Thanks.



Nell: Where did you get that photo?

Me: Gorgeous isn’t it. You were relaxing in our old studios with Emma’s guitar.

Nell: I enjoy music. I find it uplifting.

Me: Yes, I know. Up and Up is one of your favourites.

Nell: I’ve always enjoyed Coldplay.

Me: We love dancing to music don’t we.

Nell: We do.

Me: Shaking our tail feathers.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Getting our groove on.

Nell: I despair of you sometimes. I really do.

Me: Sorry.


Happy Easter

Me: Happy Easter everyone from Nell and I. Nell says enjoy the day and chill.

Nell: I said what?

Me: Well, that’s what you are doing in the garden.

Nell: Have you ever heard me say chill?

Me: No, Nell but you might.

Nell: Chill? Relax is what I say. Repeatedly by the way.

Me: It’s the same thing.

Nell: You getting down with the kids now?

Me: What?

Nell: You just gonna chill?

Me: Stop it.

Nell: I am going to go and relax in the garden.

Me: That’s better.

Nell: Yes, isn’t it.

Me: Sorry.



Me: You seem a little out of sorts today.

Nell: You noticed.

Me: It’s hard not to Nell. You have been sighing heavily for the past hour.

Nell: Yes.

Me: It’s a Bank Holiday weekend. Chris is visiting. Happy times.

Nell: Who is Neil?

Me: Neil?

Nell: Someone mentioned a handsome Neil.

Me: Oh.

Nell: You laughed. A lot.

Me: It was just a misunderstanding Nell. I posted a photo of you and someone thought you were Neil. People have got it wrong before.

Nell: I was supposed to be handsome Neil?

Me: Yes. It’s funny really.

Nell: Is it?

Me: At least you were handsome.

Nell: So if I post a photo of you and someone says “Oh look there is handsome Stanley” you would be fine about it.

Me: Well, no I wouldn’t. Stanley doesn’t sound like Sara.

Nell: Stan then.

Me: I’m not Stanley.

Nell: But you are handsome. 

Me: Sorry.



Me: Have you got a minute?

Nell: It’s Sunday.

Me: I know but I thought we could have a chat.

Nell: A day of rest.

Me: I realise that Nell but it wouldn’t be for long.

Nell: Everyone is entitled to a day off.

Me: Are you saying that talking to me is work?

Nell: It’s still Sunday.

Me: OK but you are mean.

Nell: Still Sunday.

Me: Sorry.


The Meaning of Life

Me: I was thinking about the meaning of life.

Nell: Oh no.

Me: What are we here for?

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Why are we here?

Nell: Please stop.

Me: Who are we?

Nell: That’s it.

Me: What are you doing?

Nell: Literally or figuratively?

Me: No, really what on earth are you doing?

Nell: I am wearing a tea towel on my head so

I don’t have to listen to you anymore.

Me: That’s mean.

Nell: That’s life, baby.