A sting on the toe

Nell: Are you going to stop moaning any time soon? Some of us are trying to rest.

Me: I was just stung in the toe by a wasp, Nell. It really hurts.

Nell: I’ve told you to be more careful. This has happened to you before.

Me: It was in my slipper. How was I supposed to know that?

Nell: Always shake your slippers before putting them on.

Me: Well, I will now. That’s for sure.

Nell: Last time there was one down your sleeve.

Me: I know. I remember it well. I hate wasps. Nasty stinging things.

Nell: If you were quietly resting in a slipper and someone stuck their giant foot in it you would probably react badly too.

Me: I wouldn’t sting them and I have small feet.

Nell: You would if you were a wasp. They are easily angered. They live life on the edge.

Me: I can’t believe you’re sympathising with the wasp.

Nell: I’m not. I’m just seeing both sides. I’ll ask Poppy for a packet of frozen peas. They will help.

Me: Thank you.

Nell: David is bound to want to comfort you as soon as he’s finished with the llamas.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. What’s wrong with the llamas?

Nell: You know they go everywhere in threes?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Well, apparently some shops are only allowing people in one at a time. Social distancing needs to be maintained.

Me: To be honest, Nell, one llama in a shop is more than enough.

Nell: They like to choose their sweets together.

Me: We all have to make sacrifices.

Nell: Just because you’ve been stung in the toe does not mean you need to lose your caring side. Choosing sweets together is the highlight of a llama’s day.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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