Me: Dave doesn’t mind having his hair combed by Faye. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He enjoys a pamper session.
Me: I’m going to miss watching the Olympics with Dave. We got into all kinds of sports.
Nell: Sport is not my thing.
Me: You spent most of the Olympics asleep in the yellow chair.
Nell: Some of the time with Faye’s legs on top of me.
Me: It was kind of you to let her do that.
Nell: She’s only got little legs.
Me: The Vintage Steam Rally was great fun.
Nell: I’m so glad you enjoyed it. My friend Dorothy said dogs were allowed.
Me: We couldn’t take you with us, Nell. There was no room in the car.
Nell: You could have taken the dog car.
Me: It would have been too far for you to walk. You were much better off at home.
Nell: The Stuffed Nells are back in their box, by the way.
Me: I’d rather call them Cuddle Nells.
Nell: I don’t want them near the Stuffed Tiger.
Me: It’s on top of the wardrobe. How would they get up there?
Nell: The same way as a half eaten banana and a bowl of strawberries.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Mothew found fruit next to the Stuffed Tiger when he was doing his rounds.
Me: This is outrageous. I can’t have fruit on the top of the wardrobe. It’ll attract all sorts.
Nell: It already has. Whoever is leaving things up there is not to be trusted.
Me: Unless it’s someone who thinks the Stuffed Tiger is hungry?
Nell: It’s stuffed, as you never cease to remind me.
Me: You said you can be stuffed and still eat.
Nell: I was talking about greed, as you well know.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
