Nell: So when exactly were you going to tell me?
Me: Tell you what?
Nell: When they throw my bed in the back of the van?
Me: What?
Nell: When the poor little puppies are crated?
Me: I don’t know what you are talking about?
Nell: When my favourite ball gets packed away?
Me: Oh. You mean the move down to Devon.
Nell: I do.
Me: I thought you knew.
Nell: Did you.
Me: We’ve been talking about it for months.
Nell: No, we haven’t.
Me: Well, no. But Kev and I have.
Nell: Conversations with Nell.
Me: Yes, I love talking to you.
Nell: Just not about moving down to Devon.
Me: No.
Nell: Maybe you should change it to Occasional Conversations with Nell?
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Or Conversations with Kev?
Me: I was going to tell you.
Nell: Oh well, that’s ok then.
Me: Sorry.
