The Yellow Chair

Me: Nell, could I have a word?

Nell: Can’t it wait? Poppy and I are in the middle of an important discussion.

Me: What about?

Nell: The yellow chair.

Me: The yellow chair?

Nell: Yes. It’s startling. Look at Poppy’s face.

Me: I wouldn’t call it startling, but it does have a strong colour.

Nell: Where has it come from and why is it here?

Me: My sister Charlotte gave it to us. Kev’s been struggling with his back on the old chair.

Nell: That’s all well and good but you can’t just plonk a yellow chair in the middle of the living room.

Me: Nobody plonked anything. Kev carried it in.

Nell: No wonder he has a bad back. Carrying yellow chairs all over the place.

Me: It’s a statement chair. You’ll get used to it.

Nell: I very much doubt it. I’m going to have to ask Knitwear Wolf for a throw to cover it.

Me: I think you are being very unfair.

Nell: It doesn’t go with anything.

Me: If Kev is comfortable in it then that’s fine with me.

Nell: I’m living in the midst of chaos.

Me: Welcome to my world. Anyway, have you got time now?

Nell: I might have.

Me: I’ve been talking to my editor.

Nell: I know you have. I barely saw you yesterday.

Me: I had my Wednesday Writers in the morning and meetings all afternoon.

Nell: So, what is this about?

Me: You know the next book?

Nell: I do.

Me: Do you think people will be happy if it’s a bit longer than the last one?

Nell: Of course. How many of them told you it was over too soon?

Me: Lots.

Nell: Well then. Can I get back to discussing the yellow chair now?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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