Nell: What are you doing?
Me: Just taking a photo of the sunlight on the fields. It’s so beautiful.
Nell: Back to bed right now.
Me: Ok. Bossy boots.
Nell: You know you overdid it yesterday and look at the consequences. One paw forwards and three back.
Me: I only have two paws.
Nell: You know exactly what I mean. Tomorrow is an important day and we cannot have you sick.
Me: I’m sick of being ill.
Nell: Thank goodness Kev already recorded the Talking Bowl with you.
Me: Yes, imagine an ailing Talking Bowl.
Nell: No, thank you.
Me: I think the Talking Bowl probably has a lovely singing voice.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: I could see the Talking Bowl joining the Welsh corgi choir on stage for some of their songs.
Nell: You are not going on stage. Especially at the moment.
Me: Did I ever mention that I sang in the school choir?
Nell: Several times. Now, David wants you to know that your Saturday bacon sandwich didn’t go to waste. He will bring you a plain Digestive biscuit with your chamomile tea.
Me: That’s kind of him. Babycakes Gillespie offered me one of his fresh bagels.
Nell: I hope you refused. What was he doing up here anyway?
Me: He just came upstairs to tell me all about yesterday’s ice skating.
Nell: All I can say is that llamas shouldn’t be allowed near skates. They don’t know how to stop. They are supposed to be Dartmoor ponies not Torvill and Dean.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: And who ever heard of a pony doing the Salchow, whatever that is?
Me: Do you think the Talking Bowl could skate?
Nell: That’s quite enough. Just concentrate on getting better. Tomorrow is a big day.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
