Nell: Could you ask David to give me some space, please? I’ve got a few phone calls to make and I would prefer a little privacy.
Me: He’s on Caring Duties, Nell.
Nell: I really appreciate his kindness but he hasn’t left my side since I came home.
Me: He thinks something is going to happen to you if he lets you out of his sight. He watched over you all night.
Nell: I know. This is all your fault, of course.
Me: Mine?
Nell: You’re a dreadful worrier and you’ve passed it on to David. Just offer him a scone in the garden.
Me: It’s not scone time, Nell.
Nell: It certainly is. As soon as I’ve updated my WoofsApp group Rupert and I shall be enjoying a scone and a cup of Earl Grey.
Me: Knitwear Wolf is eating scones in the morning?
Nell: He asked me if I would care to share elevenses with him and I agreed.
Me: Isn’t elevenses usually shortbread?
Nell: Not today. After yesterday’s deprivation I am allowed to choose what I eat.
Me: Actually the idea of a scone at 11 is rather appealing.
Nell: I said Rupert and I.
Me: Oh yes.
Nell: So, did I miss anything while I was away?
Me: You were only away for 8hrs 30mins.
Nell: Did you time it?
Me: I might have.
Nell: Good grief. What were you all doing?
Me: We just waited, Nell. None of us could do anything much until we knew you were alright.
Nell: What about Glide with Gladys?
Me: It didn’t happen.
Nell: You mean the llamas didn’t dance?
Me: No. Not even a two toed shuffle.
Nell: It seems I really do mean an awful lot to you all.
Me: You’re the centre of our world. Sorry.
