Me: Those waves were certainly wild.
Nell: The correct term is Messy I believe.
Me: Messy sounds like Dave after a bacon sandwich.
Nell: Yes, he always seems to get sauce everywhere.
Me: Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Now, have you packed?
Me: More or less.
Nell: Less is more in your case. Literally.
Me: I’ll try to pack the minimum.
Nell: Please do. It’s a Travelodge not the Savoy Hotel. Nobody expects you to change for dinner.
Me: I want to look nice for Alice and the children.
Nell: You know as well as I do that it doesn’t matter what you look like.
Me: Yes. That’s true.
Nell: It’s Family. It’s Coming Home.
Me: Yes.
Nell: It’s all about Cuddles and Love.
Me: I can’t wait.
Nell: I shall be accompanying Kev to the station.
Me: Good.
Nell: You have nothing to worry about. He is in safe paws.
Me: I know. Thank you.
Nell: By the way Knitwear Wolf brought you a soft shawl to wear in your favourite sea blue.
Me: I don’t want to be bugged.
Nell: That’s an ungrateful thing to say. Why on earth would we bug you?
Me: Because you like keeping an eye on me.
Nell: Nonsense. It’s just a lovely shawl.
Me: You’ve got your persuasive face on. The one when you are up to something.
Nell: Up to something? Me? Whatever do you mean?
Me: You are being far too nice.
Nell: Honestly. Wear the shawl or don’t. I couldn’t care less.
Me: Of course I’ll wear it.
Nell: Don’t lose it please and make sure it gets enough air.
Me: Enough air?
Nell: Yes. Shawls can go musty if they are shut in.
Me: It’s definitely bugged.
Nell: Just concentrate on bringing those children home.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
