Me: I saw you watching Harriet having special cuddles with Kev.
Nell: And?
Me: Wasn’t it simply adorable?
Nell: If you like that kind of thing.
Me: Harriet’s always waiting in the wings and letting others shine. It’s her turn.
Nell: She certainly made the most of it.
Me: You’re jealous.
Nell: Stuff and nonsense.
Me: I heard you grumbling under your breath.
Nell: I was merely clearing my throat.
Me: I’ve noticed you’ve become more demanding recently.
Nell: I like things done my way.
Me: We might start calling you Dowager Duchess.
Nell: Feel free.
Me: I can’t imagine how Knitwear Wolf coped when you were on the run.
Nell: What about me? How do you think I coped? Sleeping on harsh straw, squashed onto the back of a scooter.
Me: I’d like to have seen that. Has there been any news of Lionel?
Nell: Not really.
Me: What does that mean?
Nell: Not of any significance.
Me: You’ve heard from him, haven’t you?
Nell: How about pizza and a film this evening?
Me: Stop changing the subject.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann deserves a rest.
Me: I know you can hear me.
Nell: I spoke to Rupert about your ridiculous idea of non-slip socks. He suggested fur lined slippers.
Me: They would need to be non-slip.
Nell: Obviously.
Me: Now you can hear me.
Nell: Was there anything else? Only I’m meeting My Friend Dorothy for lunch.
Me: You’ll be seeing her over the weekend.
Nell: Why?
Me: Naughty Nigel and Boo are coming to stay.
Nell: You never told me. I like to be kept informed of any visitors.
Me: And I like to be kept informed about bad lions. Which is not something I say every day.
Nell: You say it most days.
Me: True. Sorry.
