Nell: What are you doing? Get back into bed.
Me: I’m just checking the weather.
Nell: It’s so cold the llamas have come inside for their porridge.
Me: It’s rather frosty but there’s a hint of sunshine. Sounds a bit like you.
Nell: Has Chris landed yet?
Me: No, but not long to go now.
Nell: You’ve been tracking him all night, haven’t you?
Me: Off and on. Harriet helped me.
Nell: I’m surprised she was awake after all that cold water swimming. It should have worn her out.
Me: She’s a proper merdog.
Nell: She says the sea isn’t as cold as you might think.
Me: It is. Dave dipped his paws in and went no further.
Nell: David is sensitive to the cold.
Me: He likes his creature comforts. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Has Chris landed now?
Me: No. You’re worse than me. Is that snow, or hail?
Nell: I don’t know, but I’ll be glad when Chris is safely here.
Me: So will I. It’s definitely snowing now.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: I hope the roads aren’t icy. We have to collect Chris from the station.
Nell: You won’t be driving until lunchtime and it will all have melted by then.
Me: True.
Nell: Remember Chris lives in Canada. He’s used to cold weather.
Me: We aren’t.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann’s making goulash for dinner. He says it’s nice and warming on a cold day.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: Chris must have landed by now.
Me: Honestly, Nell, you’re so impatient. You only asked me a few minutes ago.
Nell: I don’t know why you had to start this tracking thing. It’s exhausting.
Me: I never asked you to join in.
Nell: Well, I’m here now.
Me: Before you ask, Chris still hasn’t landed yet. Sorry.
