Me: Every time you go to your hydrotherapy session with Chloe all Poppy and the puppies do is wait for you to come home. It’s the sweetest thing.
Nell: They aren’t puppies. They’ll be 6 next year.
Me: They’ll always be puppies to me.
Nell: I lost half a kilo, by the way. Chloe is extremely pleased with me.
Me: Well done. Kev’s lost weight too.
Nell: It’s probably the worry. It’s a stressful time.
Me: I should have lost loads then but I haven’t.
Nell: Of course you haven’t. You’ve been living off cake for weeks.
Me: It’s comforting and Poppy makes the best cakes.
Nell: I know but as soon as you’ve got through this we will be starting a new regime.
Me: Can we start it after Christmas?
Nell: I’ll think about it.
Me: I was talking to the cancer nurse yesterday and she said my operation might be on 9th November.
Nell: Good.
Me: I have to call them next week to find out.
Nell: Write it on the whiteboard, please.
Me: I have. The nurse was really kind and said I can call her any time and no question was a silly one.
Nell: She’s right.
Me: She asked me if I had a good support network and I told her it was amazing and I couldn’t ask for more.
Nell: Yes, we are rather impressive if I say so myself.
Me: Sir Roger Blubbery brought me a mackerel this morning.
Nell: Why on earth did he do that?
Me: He had one going spare. The Beefies are supplying him with constant fresh fish. He’s their favourite.
Nell: And stop calling him ‘Sir’. He hasn’t been knighted yet.
Me: You’re wrong. Poppy knighted him yesterday.
Nell: Poppy can’t do that.
Me: She already did. Sorry.
