Me: Here’s the thing.
Nell: You always say that.
Me: I think you’ve worked out that if you sit down and refuse to move, you’ll get a biscuit.
Nell: Pass me another slice of hot buttered toast and marmalade, please.
Me: You’re clever like that.
Nell: The homemade marmalade is particularly delightful.
Me: You’re pretending not to hear me again.
Nell: Did Frau Hoffmann make it herself?
Me: No. It was a present from the Whippets Institute.
Nell: Whippets are exceptionally skilled at jam making.
Me: Marmalade isn’t jam. It’s a fruit preserve made with citrus peel.
Nell: Aren’t you a fountain of knowledge at this time of the morning? Well, it’s excellent. Would you spread some more on my toast?
Me: I’m still trying to talk to you about the Sitting Down and Waiting for Treats.
Nell: David does enjoy a good run, doesn’t he? He and Harriet had the best of times at Dog and Dash.
Me: I know you can hear me.
Nell: I’m not sure about those close-up photos of me.
Me: You look lovely. You’re such a beautiful dog.
Nell: And you are too kind.
Me: I never get tired of looking into those eyes. Even when I know you’re ignoring me.
Nell: Have you made up the guest room for Chris?
Me: Yes, it’s all done.
Nell: Only two more sleeps to go until he arrives.
Me: I probably won’t do much sleeping on Tuesday night.
Nell: You can’t track his flight all night.
Me: I can’t help it.
Nell: You’ll be tired and teary on Wednesday.
Me: I’m going to be teary either way.
Nell: It’s completely understandable. You haven’t seen him for nearly a year.
Me: I’ve missed him so much, Nell.
Nell: Only two more sleeps to go.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
