Me: Good morning. You’re all looking a little tired.
Nell: Were you wandering around the house last night?
Me: Not really. I had an idea for a story and it wouldn’t leave me alone so I had to get up and write it down so that it did.
Nell: What about the coming into the living room and waking us up part?
Me: I had to check on you.
Nell: No, you didn’t. David and I were perfectly happy until you suddenly appeared in your pyjamas.
Me: I couldn’t go back to sleep until I knew you were safe.
Me: I know what I mean.
Nell: Well, don’t do it again because once David is awake he gets terribly hungry and it’s ages until his breakfast.
Me: Poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Never mind him. You should try listening to the sound of a large Labrador’s rumbling tummy.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Anyway, we’ve discussed it at Morning Thoughts and the only answer is Nighttime Treats.
Me: Nighttime Treats?
Nell: Yes. They can be placed securely, but conveniently, in a box, or hamper, that can be easily accessed in Desperate Times.
Me: Desperate Times?
Nell: You’re doing that repeating thing again.
Me; Last night was not a Desperate Time.
Nell: Easy for you to say. You went back to sleep after waking us up. You didn’t languish in misery almost fainting with hunger.
Me: What a load of rubbish. You were fast asleep when I came downstairs just now.
Nell: Of course we were. Poppy took pity on us and made everyone scrambled eggs on toast with crispy bacon on the side.
Me: What did the non bacon eaters have with their eggs?
Nell: Smoked salmon, or grilled tomatoes. That’s not the point.
Me: No. Sorry.