Nell: What on earth is that?
Me: It’s our Christmas tree.
Nell: It’s completely wild.
Me: Yeah, man.
Nell: Not wild like that.
Me: It is rather bushy.
Nell: Bushy? It’s out of control.
Me: Kev and I love it. It’s like my hair when we go to the sea.
Nell: I’m not sure there’s any room for decorations.
Me: Of course there’s room.
Nell: There could be something living in that tree and you wouldn’t know.
Me: The more the merrier.
Nell: I don’t want squirrels in the living room.
Me: Do stop. Bushy Martin is going to look wonderful once he’s decorated.
Nell: Bushy Martin?
Me: He has to have a name.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Dave seems mesmerised.
Nell: David has stolen a tea towel again. I don’t think we have any left without holes in them.
Me: It’s a Labrador thing. He can’t help himself.
Nell: He jolly well can.
Me: He means well, Nell.
Nell: That animal can do no wrong in your eyes.
Me: He’s my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Anyway, Lucy and Snoopy have been in touch.
Me: Was it about Indiana Bones and the Raiders of the Lost Bark?
Nell: That’s on hold at the moment. Shel and Theresa want a zoom meeting with you and Kev next week about the animation.
Me: I hope it’s good news. I know we haven’t reached our target but we’ve done awfully well.
Nell: Yes, we have.
Me: I know they have been to lots of important meetings recently.
Nell: Yes, they have been doing their very best to move things along.
Me: Maybe the animation will actually happen? Maybe we can get the pilot made?
Nell: Stop getting ahead of yourself. Let’s hear what they have to say first.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
