Me: I love the way Faye looks after you all.

Nell: She’s a caring girl.

Me: You look a bit grumpy.

Nell: It’s too hot.

Me: Is that why you came upstairs so early this morning?

Nell: No, Harriet and I changed shifts.

Me: Why do you need shifts?

Nell: You cannot be upstairs alone with the Stuffed Tiger.

Me: It’s not doing anything.

Nell: That’s what it wants you to think.

Me: It’s stuffed.

Nell: Henry and Horst think differently.

Me: Why?

Nell: Their team of undercover experts made a shocking discovery last night.

Me: Are you talking about the large moth flying around the bedroom? Only it wasn’t exactly undercover.

Nell: That’s exactly what Mothew wanted you to think.

Me: Mothew?

Nell: Yes. Mothew Martin, Head of Night Investigations. Where was I?

Me: Mothew made a discovery.

Nell: Yes. There was an unfinished portion of odd salad next to the Stuffed Tiger on top of the wardrobe.

Me: You said ‘was’.

Nell: Mothew ate it.

Me: Why?

Nell: He was hungry.

Me: A lot of people would like to know what is in an odd salad.

Nell: I bet they would.

Me: Is that all you’re going to say?

Nell: Yes, except that Alice has agreed to share the recipe for Tink’s Pasta Salad with us all.

Me: How kind.

Nell: So, I shall be doing that another day. Moving on it’s the first of the month.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Please share the link to the site where people can support your writing by buying you a cup of Earl Grey. Don’t argue. You need their help.

Me: It’s: buymeacoffee.com/saramartin and thank you so much in advance.

Nell: We all support each other in different ways. Your way is by writing a story every day.

Me: Yes. Sorry.