Nell: Charlie just sent me this photo.
Me: Where is he? That doesn’t look like London.
Nell: It isn’t. He’s staying with friends on Exmoor. Apparently he deeply regrets everything and is missing me terribly.
Me: Do you believe him?
Nell: I would be wrong if I didn’t admit we had a connection but how can I ever trust him?
Me: You can’t.
Nell: Oprah said the same thing.
Me: Are you still in touch with Oprah?
Nell: Yes, we hit it off at the wedding. She gives sound advice.
Me: He stole a piece of your heart though, didn’t he?
Nell: He did. He is a lovable rogue, but a rogue just the same.
Me: Do you think you will see him again?
Nell: Who knows. Did David tell you his latest idea?
Nell: He is going to be a professional footballer. It’s because of the World Cup, of course. When Wimbledon starts he will be out there with his tennis racquet.
Me: Does he have a tennis racquet?
Nell: Of course he does. He and Harriet are junior members of the club. Do keep up.
Me: I used to play.
Nell: So did I, but golf is more my cup of tea nowadays.
Nell: Yes. Poppy is an excellent squash player, of course. She moves round that court at high speed but do you know on a good day Mutley can beat her?
Nell: Yes. It’s the technique. Quite amazing. Anyway, I can’t stand around chatting to you. I have the acupuncturist at 11 and lunch with the girls.
Me: Good. I’m so glad you are putting all this behind you.
Nell: I am doing my best.
Me: People change, things go wrong but just remember life goes on.
Nell: Just get my handbag Pollyanna and don’t say another word.