Nell: What are you doing?
Me: Writing today’s conversation.
Nell: You woke up with another migraine this morning. You’re supposed to be resting.
Me: I can’t let everyone down.
Nell: They’ll understand.
Me: Just tell me if Sidney saw anything on his webcam.
Nell: Sidney is in a meeting with Henry and Horst. We’ll know more later.
Me: What about Miss Maple?
Nell: She’s pursuing an interesting lead.
Me: On the Stuffed Tiger?
Nell: No. It’s an actual lead. The Cat saw it in one of the local shops and thought it might be just the thing for Poppy.
Me: It’s a shame Poppy has to be on a lead when we go on our walks but she’s simply cannot be trusted to behave.
Nell: Kindly stop writing and drink your tea.
Me: I can never eat or drink much when I have one of these migraines, Nell.
Nell: You need to try.
Me: This isn’t the best way to start the week, is it?
Nell: It is what it is.
Me: These wretched headaches have plagued me my whole life.
Nell: I know but there’s no point in fighting them. You just have to give in. Tomorrow is another day.
Me: At least it isn’t raining today.
Nell: Exactly. Gladys and the llamas were able to glide in the field without Wellington boots.
Me: Did Dave join in?
Nell: Yes, although the top hat and cane were a little unnecessary.
Me: He’s going through a Fred Astaire phase. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: I think Sally being here has made him a little giddy.
Me: Talking of giddy, I think I might have to lie down now.
Nell: Good. I’ll close the curtains and you try and sleep it off. We will all be fine.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
