Nell: Have you done what you need to do yet?
Me: No, I haven’t. Stop staring at me like that.
Nell: It’s the first of the month.
Me: I know.
Nell: On the first of the month you share the link to the website where people can support you.
Me: I wish I didn’t have to do this.
Nell: You publish a conversation every day. Buying you a cup of Earl Grey is not a lot to ask.
Me: I don’t like asking.
Nell: You need all the support you can get.
Me: You’re right. The link is: buymeacoffee.com/saramartin
Nell: There we are.
Me: Thank you to everyone in advance. Your support means so much.
Nell: It does, but so do our conversations. People are used to seeing them every day and we would be missed.
Me: Yes, I think we probably would.
Nell: Anyway, now that’s done we can move on.
Me: Is it me, or does Dave look a little on edge?
Nell: David’s expecting a call from The Palace at any moment.
Me: Do you mean Buckingham Palace?
Nell: Of course.
Me: Are you sure? It’s only Best Mayor, not Prime Minister.
Nell: Nobody is sure. There’s a kilted West Highland Terrier representing Scotland who seems extremely confident and a rather slinky Weimaraner from the South East who may be in with a chance.
Me: Why is the Weimaraner slinky?
Nell: Velvety grey coat with matching eyes. Slim and lithe.
Me: Gosh, that is slinky.
Nell: Told you.
Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is a lot of things but slinky isn’t one of them.
Nell: True.
Me: I’ll be glad when this waiting is over.
Nell: Not as glad as David. He didn’t even finish his second boiled egg this morning.
Me: Oh dear. Sorry.
