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.
