Nell: Quiet! Kev is reading to us.
Me: A fairy story?
Nell: Don’t be silly. It’s the weather report from the Met Office.
Me: No wonder Dave and Harriet are asleep.
Nell: They are resting their eyes.
Me: They are snoring, Nell.
Nell: We find the weather report very soothing.
Me: Nobody else does.
Nell: I was chatting to Olivia next door just now about the consistency of snow.
Me: You were?
Nell: Yes, powdery snow is not good for snowballs.
Nell: We were wondering about going sledging later.
Me: Now you are winding me up.
Nell: Fortunately the farmer has secured the trampoline.
Me: You’re not thinking of trampolining are you?
Nell: Dont be ridiculous. I worry about you sometimes. Who on earth is going to trampoline in the snow?
Me: But I thought…after the snowballing and the sledging.
Nell: The strong wind could have blown it away.
Me: Oh, I see.
Nell: I despair of you sometimes I really do.