Nell: I can’t believe I am sitting in a car with you.
Me: That’s not very kind.
Nell: And we are lost.
Me: We aren’t exactly lost, Nell. I just can’t see James and the others and I don’t have a signal.
Nell: Why did I ever agree to this?
Me: A few things went wrong but it will all be fine.
Nell: How did you forget it was a Bank Holiday weekend?
Me: To be fair we all forgot.
Nell: No caravans available, not even a Mongolian.
Me: Yurt.
Nell: Have you got wind?
Me: No.
Nell: Just tents. Mouldy old tents borrowed from the surfers and still damp from that Barkmaster festival.
Me: We will make it nice and cosy.
Nell: And sleeping bags. Me in a sleeping bag.
Me: Actually I packed your pillow and duvet.
Nell: You did?
Me: And Jim is lending us his double air bed.
Nell: Us?
Me: We are sharing. You often share with me when we go away.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Jim says it’s a lovely spot just near the river so you can swim whenever you like. We’ll have barbecues and sing around the camp fire.
Nell: David didn’t bring his guitar did he?
Me: He did.
Nell: But he didn’t bring The Cat?
Me: He did.
Nell: If I open my handbag and find Gladys or Rita I’m going home.
Me: I’d keep it shut then.
Nell: Unbelievable.
Me: Sorry.
