Me: The thing about my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is that he has a lot of different faces.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: Dave and his many faces.
Nell: It’s far too early for such nonsense. I haven’t even had a cup of Earl Grey yet.
Me: I was just going through photos of Dave and noticed how he can go from magnificent to nose-kissable in an instant.
Nell: Nose-kissable?
Me: You know the way you dogs stick your noses in our faces. Adorable.
Nell: I know no such thing. Pass me my handbag, please. I need my reading glasses.
Me: Is that the Daily Growl?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Some people would say it’s rude to read a newspaper in the middle of a conversation.
Nell: Some people shouldn’t start a conversation without offering a cup of tea.
Me: Does that mean you want me to make you one?
Nell: Sherlock Martin strikes again.
Me: Do you want some toast and marmalade?
Nell: That would be most acceptable. Don’t forget the farmhouse butter.
Me: Yes, ma’am.
Nell: Eleanor will do.
Me: Very droll.
Nell: I thought so.
Me: Good article?
Nell: It would be if I were allowed to read it.
Me: Alright, bossy boots. I’m going.
Nell: You’ve been a long time.
Me: I got talking to the Hoffmanns. Alice’s bringing them some treats from Germany.
Nell: What time is she arriving?
Me: She lands in Gatwick at 11:20 so she should be in Totnes by this afternoon.
Nell: Why not Heathrow?
Me: She’s attending a conference in Brighton next week. Gatwick’s nearer.
Nell: It’ll be lovely for you to spend some one-on-one time together.
Me: It will.
Nell: Now, drink your tea and we’ll discuss David’s faces. It’s ages until she arrives.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
