Nell: It’s far too cold for April.
Me: Yes, it is. But the weather people did warn us.
Nell: Nobody should be made to walk miles and miles in a box full of water when it is snowing outside.
Me: It wasn’t snowing. It was hailing and not for very long.
Nell: Potato. Potahto.
Me: Your hydrotherapy is doing you good and the water was warm.
Nell: Would you like to stand in a lukewarm bath with no bubbles?
Me: Not really.
Nell: I rest my case.
Me: Chloe said you did well and she is very pleased with you.
Nell: Chloe is a sweet girl.
Me: And you’ve lost half a kilo.
Nell: Unlike some.
Me: It’s Easter, Nell. That chocolate rabbit had to be eaten. It was in the way.
Nell: Of what exactly? The carrots you keep giving me? I’m not a rabbit you know.
Me: You like a carrot. Dave loves a carrot.
Nell: David loves everything.
Me: Except lettuce.
Nell: There is no point to lettuce. All it does is make your sandwich soggy.
Me: I love lettuce. I could eat it every day.
Nell: At least we’ve finally got the internet back.
Me: Yes. Thank goodness. I never realised how much I relied on it.
Nell: Terry said Book a Beefy has suffered.
Me: That’s probably because you couldn’t order anything. You’re always online.
Nell: Some of the Beefies are still pretending to be mallards. Wretched creatures.
Me: Yes. I saw them fly over just now.
Nell: Mind you. Those tank tops are going to come in useful in this weather.
Me: Is Terry wearing one too? He must be feeling the cold.
Nell: Of course not. Terry would never pretend to be a mallard. He’s not that kind of seagull.
Me: No. Sorry.
