Me: My goodness that was an exciting game of football.
Nell: Yes. England played well.
Me: They did. Kev and I were on the edge of our seats.
Nell: I know. You were extremely loud.
Me: I’m glad you insisted on having pizza. I couldn’t have been loud with a fish ciabatta.
Nell: People with coughs should not shout at the television.
Me: I couldn’t help it.
Nell: Well, you’re going to be able to do it all over again on Sunday at the final.
Me: We might have to eat pizza again.
Nell: Certainly not. Sundays are for roast dinners. You can be loud with a leftover beef sandwich.
Me: Sounds good to me.
Nell: It’s certainly good to see the sun again.
Me: Yes, we had such a lovely walk by the river.
Nell: We did.
Me: You were walking much better after your injection and therapy with Chloe.
Nell: I was.
Me: And cutting your toenails seems to have made a big difference, too. They’re easily forgotten.
Nell: Not by me.
Me: Anyway, it was good to see you so lively.
Nell: Harriet swam out too far. The river was moving really quickly.
Me; She’s a strong swimmer but I know what you mean. She needs to be careful.
Nell: Why are you up and doing already? You’re usually writing.
Me: We have a viewing later this morning so we need to get the house shipshape for potential buyers.
Nell: Not again.
Me: The good thing is we have another viewing tomorrow afternoon, so if these buyers don’t like it, maybe the other ones will.
Nell: There’s nothing not to like about this house.
Me: I know, Nell, but people have different tastes.
Nell: Part of me doesn’t want them to like it.
Me: I understand. Sorry.
