Me: There’s nothing like resting in front of a warming fire on a grey day.
Nell: Yes. It’s most enjoyable. Especially after being lasered and made to walk miles in a box full of water.
Me: You know the hydrotherapy is helping.
Nell: It’s exhausting.
Me: Dave and Poppy looked absolutely exhausted last night.
Nell: Yes, well that’s because Poppy had to be evil all day and David had to be bold and optimistic.
Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: I think he’s finding the surfboard a little cumbersome.
Me: Does he have to carry it everywhere?
Nell: He’s playing a handsome lifeguard.
Me: Yes. I know but isn’t his lifeguard jacket enough?
Nell: No. He needs to immerse himself.
Me: He nearly knocked Malcolm out with it just now.
Nell: Yes, but he didn’t.
Me: When Gladys roared ‘Behind you!’ and Malcolm ducked it was ever so funny. I think you should keep it in the pantomime.
Nell: Rupert said the same.
Me: It’s the first time I’ve seen Babycakes Gillespie laugh in ages.
Nell: He’s not supposed to laugh. He’s Weary Woof.
Me: Even tired people laugh now and again, Nell.
Nell: True. Why are you dressed already?
Me: I’ve got a Wednesday Writers Workshop.
Nell: Tracksuit bottoms are not appropriate wear.
Me: Nobody can see my lower half, Nell. I’m wearing a smart top. Anyway, they are all writers. They don’t mind.
Nell: In my experience writers tend to notice much more than people think.
Me: I suppose we do.
Nell: And then you write about it.
Me: Not always. I can keep a secret.
Nell: You had better.
Me: I can’t wait to tell everyone, though.
Nell: Not yet.
Me: No. I know. It’s just so exciting.
Nell: That’s quite enough.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
