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. 

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