Nell: You sound absolutely dreadful. What’s wrong with you?
Me: I think I might have caught a cold, Nell.
Nell: I told you not to overdo it.
Me: It started in the cinema yesterday afternoon. I thought it was just the air conditioning giving me a dry throat.
Nell: And now you can hardly speak.
Me: It’s just a head cold. I’ll take it easy today.
Nell: You’d better. How did you get it?
Me: I could have picked it up on the flight, or in the city.
Nell: All that gadding around.
Me: I was having fun with the family.
Nell: Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.
Me: Don’t worry. The children are looking after me.
Me: Why are you and Dave sulking under the kitchen table?
Nell: We’re not sulking. We’re waiting.
Me: For me to come home?
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. Waiting For Someone To Come Home only ever happens at a window. Do keep up.
Me: Of course. What are you waiting for then?
Nell: Bacon sandwiches. Poppy’s out sword fighting with the Indianas so breakfast is delayed.
Me: Did you say ‘Indianas’?
Me: Shouldn’t Dave be out there sword fighting too?
Nell; David can’t do anything physical until after breakfast. He’s a growing animal.
Me: I hope that isn’t true.
Nell: You know what I mean.
Me: Can’t he just have a bowl of cereal?
Nell: A Labrador can’t exist on cereal.
Me: The other Indianas seem to be managing.
Nell: How do you know? You’re not here. They may have brought a picnic.
Me: It would be a terrible shame if Dave missed out on the role of Indiana Bones because of something as insignificant as a bacon sandwich.
Nell: A bacon sandwich is never insignificant.
Me: No. Sorry.