Me: What is wrong with Dave? He seems ever so tired.
Nell: Don’t get me started.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Partying with Poppy until dawn.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: Dancing in the garden.
Me: Gosh!
Nell: Drinking from the plant pots.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: And rapping with the farm dogs.
Me: What?
Nell: Oh yes. Goodness only knows what the repercussions will be.
Me: He is young, though, Nell, and it’s a Bank Holiday.
Nell: What’s Poppy’s excuse then? She will be 5 next month.
Me: Poppy is a rebel.
Nell: Well, she’s a rebel without a sword. Because I’ve hidden it.
Me: She won’t like that.
Nell: And David is grounded until further notice. When he finally came to bed he was wearing the farmer’s cap. How am I going to explain that?
Me: Where is Harriet?
Nell: She and Mutley are going through the papers. We need to know what they’ve said.
Me: They were only partying, Nell. Surely that’s not newsworthy.
Nell: No, silly, about the campaign. Keep up!
Me: Yes, Of course. Sorry.
