Nell: Could you check my handbag for Gladys, please?
Me: Of course.
Nell: Charlie took me to a lovely restaurant for dinner yesterday and I opened my bag to find Gladys asleep.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Two is company but three is most definitely a crowd.
Nell: I called David to come and collect her and he roared up on his motorbike in his pyjamas.
Me: I hope he was wearing a helmet.
Nell: He was. Charlie thought it was hilarious and shared a bowl of chips with them both before they left.
Me: Was it a good evening?
Nell: Wonderful. I am enjoying this precious time together.
Me: It’s ever so glamorous though, isn’t it?
Me: Dating a spy. An actual 007.
Nell: Just stay in your world of fantasy and let him get on with his job.
Me: Leaping out of planes, running across rooftops, skiing down mountains, surrounded by beautiful temptresses.
Nell: You see. There you go again. If you must know Charlie is not surrounded by temptresses. He has a lovely assistant called Sally who looks after him. A charming Golden Retriever.
Me: I love Golden Retrievers.
Nell: Yes, and you will love Sally. She has come down here for a few days to go through some arrangements with Charlie and I’ve invited them both to dinner.
Nell: She wears glasses and is very shy so I need everyone to be on their best behaviour.
Me: Don’t worry. I’ll tell them. No jokes about Miss Moneypenny.
Me: Yes. Sorry.