Nell: You need to have a word with David.

Me: Why?

Nell: His breakfast service was sloppy and now he’s lying on the sofa in an extremely ungainly way.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: And Harriet isn’t much better.

Me: They’re probably exhausted after the children’s visit. I know I am.

Nell: You’re an ageing granny and drove to Bristol and back. What’s their excuse?

Me: Less of the ageing granny, thank you. There’s life in the old dog yet.

Nell: Less of the old dog, please.

Me: Leave the puppies alone, Nell. They’re probably missing the family.

Nell: I’m missing them too. You don’t see me lounging around.

Me: Weren’t you fast asleep on the sofa?

Nell: No. I was resting my eyes.

Me: Of course.

Nell: Is there any news from the hospital?

Me: Yes. Alex is extremely exhausted and sleeping most of the time. Moving from isolation to the Intensive Care Unit ward has tired her out.

Nell: Understandable.

Me: They’re hoping to remove the breathing tube today, or tomorrow, which means she’ll be able to speak to us.

Nell: That’s an important step.

Me: And if there are no complications she might be out of ICU in a week.

Nell: That’s very good news.

Me: I really hope they remove the tube. I’ll be so glad when she can tell me how she’s feeling.

Nell: Remember this is all going to take time and there might be setbacks along the way.

Me: I know.

Nell: I just want you to manage your expectations.

Me: Why was Dave’s breakfast service sloppy?

Nell: He burnt the toast and got butter all over his paws.

Me: I thought he was on eggs.

Nell: We never have eggs on a Monday. It’s a toast and marmalade day.

Me: Oh yes. Sorry.

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