Where are you going?

Me: Why are you looking at me like that?

Nell: You know why.

Me: I haven’t eaten a biscuit if that’s what you think. Not even the savoury kind with cheese.

Nell: Savoury biscuits are still biscuits you know.

Me: Well, I haven’t eaten one.

Nell: This is not about biscuits.

Me: It isn’t?

Nell: Why are you packing your case?

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: You haven’t packed a case in nearly 2 years.

Me: It’s nothing to worry about.

Nell: Why was it hidden in the guest bedroom then?

Me: I didn’t want muddy paws on my clothes.

Nell: We all wipe our paws on the mat.

Me: You so don’t.

Nell: Stop dancing around the bowl and tell me where you’re going.

Me: I’m just off on a writing retreat for a few days.

Nell: I understand Timothy’s need to hide but who are you retreating from?

Me: The world in general.

Nell: Here we go. Where are you going?

Me: The Cottage Hotel.

Nell: My favourite place?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Without me?

Me: Without any of you.

Nell: To be on your own?

Me: Well, there’ll be a few other writers there.

Nell: I knew it.

Me: It’s good for me to be with other writers.

Nell: If you say so.

Me: It’s only for a few days and we can keep in touch.

Nell: I shall expect regular updates.

Me: So will I. I need to know what’s going on.

Nell: You might want to steer clear of scones by the way.

Me: Don’t say that.

Nell: Maybe just the one.

Me: I’d take you with me if I could.

Nell: Don’t be silly. I have far too much to do here. I’ll be with you in spirit. You and Me. Always. Remember?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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