Me: What’s that awful noise?
Nell: Nothing to worry about.
Me: It’s far too early to be this loud.
Nell: David is learning to play the violin.
Me: He’s doing what?
Nell: It’s all under control.
Me: It doesn’t sound like it.
Nell: Kev’s showing him.
Me: Kev can’t play the violin.
Nell: Well, he’s giving it a good go.
Me: You can’t just learn an instrument by watching someone. Especially someone who doesn’t know how to play it either.
Nell: Give him time. He’s only just started.
Me: I don’t want to. What is Kev doing with a violin, anyway?
Nell: He got it for the children.
Me: I can’t believe he did that without checking with me first.
Nell: Romeo plays the fiddle in the house.
Me: Does he?
Nell: Sometimes, and only from the top of the wardrobe. The Stuffed Tiger loves it.
Me: I wish that woman had loved our house.
Nell: The views from the top garden weren’t good enough for her, apparently.
Me: We have the most incredible views from the house and front garden and you still look over the fields and barns from the top.
Nell: It wasn’t enough. Don’t worry. Another buyer will come along soon.
Me: I hope so, or we will lose that little cottage.
Nell: Let’s concentrate on the fact that Alice and the children will be arriving soon.
Me: Yes. No more sleeps to go. Today is actually the day.
Nell: Is everything ready for them?
Me: I think so. Herr Hoffmann is busy baking a cake.
Nell: You’re going to have to collect them alone from the station as there isn’t enough room in the car.
Me: I’ll manage.
Nell: Just drive carefully. The roads are very busy at the moment. Precious cargo.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
