A chance encounter

Me: Well, we weren’t expecting that to happen, were we?

Nell: It is always good to make a new friend.

Me: There we were browsing at The Barn, one of our favourite shops at the Garden Centre, when a lovely young woman…

Nell: Her name is Faye.

Me: Yes, but we didn’t know that at the time. Anyway, when a lovely young woman called Faye said ‘I recognise that face. It’s Nell.’

Nell: Yes. Very flattering to be recognised even though I was actually incognito as I was wearing a boy’s collar.

Me: She knew all about you because of our conversations. She reads them every day and loves them.

Nell: She was certainly delighted to meet me.

Me: She really was. In fact we are thinking of doing a book signing there, aren’t we?

Nell: Yes. It would be the perfect venue. Although I have another matter I would like to discuss with you before agreeing.

Me: Oh dear. What is it?

Nell: Would you kindly refrain from calling me Noodle in public?

Me: But you are my Noodle. You know Kev and I call you Noodle.

Nell: You are oversharing again. We’ve discussed this before.

Me: Mutley doesn’t mind being called Mutliano or The Mutt.

Nell: Mutley can’t hear.

Me: Kev sometimes calls Harriet, Harry Jet Long Face.

Nell: Yes. I wish he wouldn’t.

Me: And Poppy knows she is Popsicle.

Nell: Poppy is far too busy to care about names.

Me: Do you know Dave answered to David Hercules Martin recently.

Nell: Did you have a biscuit?

Me: I might have done.

Nell: David would answer to David Gloria Martin for a biscuit. It doesn’t mean he wants you to call him Gloria in public.

Me: I would never call him Gloria.

Nell: That’s not the point and you know it.

Me: Yes. You are right. Sorry, Noodle.

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