Me: What is it about the yellow chair today that’s making everyone who sits in it have a very unusual look?
Nell: I don’t know what you are talking about.
Me: Dave is looking rather mature and disapproving.
Nell: No, he isn’t. David is always thoughtful when he’s in the yellow chair.
Me: I’m used to you looking at me like that but not Dave. He only gives me loving looks. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: And strangely enough you’re looking quite sweet and loving.
Nell: Loving or lovely? And what’s wrong with that?
Me: Which is the way you look at Kev not at me.
Nell: Let me know when I can join in this conversation.
Me: Although there is a tiny hint of exasperation so the look might actually be for me, I suppose.
Nell: Maybe it’s because today is 1st April and everything is not as it seems.
Me: You know I was thinking about that. Traditionally this is the day when you can make up impossible stories and newspapers often do.
Nell: Yes. The Guardian had upside down lightning on its newsfeed this morning.
Me: But in the crazy world of Nell there isn’t really much that would surprise anyone.
Nell: That unicorn downstairs certainly surprised me.
Me: Of course it did.
Nell: Until I saw it sitting there eating cereal I honestly didn’t think they existed.
Me: Any particular kind?
Nell: Just the normal white unicorn. None of that rainbow nonsense.
Me: I meant the cereal.
Nell: Something crunchy. It was making an awful noise.
Me: Are you sure it wasn’t a llama with a horn on its head?
Nell: Now, you’re just being silly. Unicorns look nothing like llamas.
Me: True.
Nell: And it wasn’t wearing pyjamas.
Me: Right. Sorry.
