Me: Where is Dave?
Nell: David is being allowed a lie-in. He and Mutley were going through his lines when Mutley fell asleep leaning against him.
Me: Bless him. Mutley has been so busy. Has the MuttDonalds deal gone through?
Nell: Yes, we should be seeing them everywhere soon.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: Barker King are furious of course, but competition is part of life. A winning treat is twice as sweet.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Anyway, I’m going to enjoy my Earl Grey while reading the Sunday papers. Hopefully David isn’t front page news again.
Me: Maybe you should just listen to The Archers on Radio Four.
Nell: Why?
Me: Dave might have given another interview.
Nell: Was that bothersome Basset from Barking Weekly here again?
Me: Yes.
Nell: I don’t believe it. Did it stay for tea?
Me: Only sandwiches, no scones.
Nell: I’ve told Poppy not to feed the press. Give David a sandwich and he’s anybody’s. Pass me the papers.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: “Heartthrob Dave Martin pictured at home in Devon with friends.” Who is that next to him?
Me: Rita might have popped in. And The Cat.
Nell: Rita is sitting in my handbag.
Me: I know, sorry.
