Nell: You’re up early this morning.
Me: It’s my Wednesday Writers workshop.
Nell: Any news on the little cottage in the middle of nowhere?
Me: Not yet. We have to work out what we can afford to offer them first.
Nell: I thought I handled the initial call to the estate agents really well.
Me: You did, in your own way.
Nell: I merely told them the cottage was in need of love and we were the family to provide it.
Me: Yes, but unfortunately love isn’t enough.
Nell: It should be.
Me: If it was, we would be staying here.
Nell: True.
Me: What about the voting for Our Devon Darling? Harriet looks worried.
Nell: No wonder. She and Stephen Seagull are nose to beak.
Me: You mean neck and neck.
Nell: I do not.
Me: How can that be?
Nell: The Beefies have been voting in high numbers and Lady C has called in some favours at NOIR.
Me: The Notorious Organisation of International Rooks?
Nell: I know what it is.
Me: What about The Cat and Lionel King?
Nell: They’ve split the Cat Vote, so they’re out of the running.
Me: Maybe they should step down and ask the cats to vote for Harriet?
Nell: You can’t ask a cat to do anything. They’re a law unto themselves.
Me: Well, I’m going to talk to The Cat and you can approach Lionel.
Nell: I suppose I could. But I shall expect lunch at the Cottage Hotel.
Me: I’m not buying you lunch. Kev and I can’t even afford to go there at the moment.
Nell: Not you. Lionel. He’s been wanting to take me out to lunch for weeks.
Me: I don’t know what you see in that lion.
Nell: I’m doing this for Harriet.
Me: Sorry.
