Me: What are you three doing?
Me: Chris won’t be here until this afternoon you know.
Nell: Yes. We know. We are waiting for something else.
Me: Your breakfast to go down?
Nell: No. The boiled eggs were excellently dippy this morning and Malcolm’s homemade bread made delightful soldiers.
Me: There is no point in waiting for the roofers to stop. We have days and days of this to go.
Nell: We know. David is Roofing Liaison Officer. He has his paw on the pulse.
Me: Well, what is it then?
Nell: We are waiting for you to finally stop tracking Chris’s flight on your iBone.
Nell: Don’t imagine that we aren’t aware of you sneaking a peak throughout the night.
Me: I can’t help it.
Nell: You will be ridiculously overtired and grumpy by the time he actually arrives.
Me: I know.
Nell: We recommend a late morning snooze in the hammock so you can gather your strength before we drive to the station.
Me: But he hasn’t landed yet.
Nell: After he has landed. It’s not long now. His flight is due in the next hour.
Nell: Talking of waiting, there is a pot of Earl Grey and some lightly buttered toast waiting downstairs for you to enjoy. Mutley has the morning papers.
Me: Thank you.
Nell: Try and relax. He will be here before you know it. Remember, a watched bowl never fills.
Me: You are right. Sorry.