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.
