Me: Why are you sitting in the yellow chair with your head in a saucepan?
Nell: Never you mind.
Me: I do mind.
Nell: If you must know, there was some scrambled egg leftover from breakfast and Herr Hoffmann thought I could help.
Me: Isn’t that Dave’s job?
Nell: Not always. What are you doing downstairs, anyway? You’re supposed to be resting.
Me: This horrid earache doesn’t let me rest.
Nell: Back upstairs at once, please.
Me: You just want to finish that scrambled egg in peace.
Nell: Stop arguing. I’ll be up in a moment.
Me: How was your massage and hydro with Chloe?
Nell: Fine.
Me: She said you just floated in your life jacket.
Nell: Some days it’s best to float.
Me: The whole idea is to exercise your legs.
Nell: Stop fussing.
Me: I don’t think I’m going to be able to go to my aqua class on Friday.
Nell: Of course you can’t.
Me: I don’t like to miss it.
Nell: You can’t jump around in water with earache. Try and be a little sensible.
Me: I’m falling apart.
Nell: That’s enough. You’re tired and emotional because you haven’t slept properly.
Me: Probably.
Nell: Definitely. Now, leave me to complete my task in peace.
Me: Eating scrambled eggs isn’t really a task.
Nell: I’m under time pressure. This needs to go in the dishwasher.
Me: I’m sure Dave would help.
Nell: David is far too busy to be bothered with eggs.
Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy always makes time for food.
Nell: Not today. He has a photo shoot with the Daily Growl.
Me: Why?
Nell: He’s been shortlisted for Best Mayor in the Regional Finals.
Me: Best Mayor? I’ve never heard of that.
Nell: Can I finish this, please?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
