Nell: Harriet is up to something.
Me: No, she isn’t. She’s lying upstairs on the bed with Dave. He’s resting his head on her. It’s very sweet when he does that.
Nell: David is doing an excellent of job of Keeping Her Safe.
Me: Safe from what?
Nell: We don’t know. She has been behaving very oddly since she received that message from Sally.
Me: If you mean that tucked in tail twirling thing she does, it’s just a mad five minutes. She’s usually fine afterwards.
Nell: No, I don’t mean that. She keeps watching us all and then she writes something down in her notebook.
Me: I do that.
Nell: You’re just making notes for stories. We all know that.
Me: Maybe Harriet has been bitten by the writing bug.
Nell: The Writing Bug? Good grief. How many more insects am I supposed to put up with? The downstairs facilities are full of them you know.
Me: Yes, I do know. It’s just a saying, Nell.
Nell: If it tries to bite me it will be in serious trouble. That’s all I have to say. In fact I’m going to speak to Henry and Horst about it. We can’t have biters in the house.
Me: Oh dear. What does Charlie think?
Nell: About biters? He doesn’t like them either.
Me: No. About Harriet?
Nell: He thinks I should keep out of it and let Harriet get on with her job.
Me: Has he remembered where he met Joyce yet?
Nell: No. What’s this obsession with Joyce all of a sudden?
Me: I just wondered.
Nell: I know you. Once you get an idea in your head you can’t let it go. You have far too much imagination for your own good if you ask me.
Me: I know. Sorry.
