Me: Why are you looking at me like that?
Nell: You were very loud when you came home last night.
Me: We’d had a lovely evening with Chris at the pub.
Nell: It wasn’t enough to leave us alone all day. You did it again all evening
Me: It wasn’t all day.
Nell: How is the little cottage in the middle of nowhere?
Me: It’s tired and cold, Nell. It desperately needs some love.
Nell: Did Chris like it?
Me: Yes. He really loved the garden. The views are wonderful.
Nell: I’m glad.
Me: Goodness me. Storm Bert is really raging out there. I can’t see any walks happening today.
Nell: I don’t think Bert is an appropriate name for a storm.
Me: I agree. It should be something like Blaze, or Brian.
Nell: Brian?
Me: After Brian Blessed the actor. He’d make a very good storm.
Nell: I worry about you sometimes.
Me: Charlotte and Nigel are going to have to drive very carefully.
Nell: Why are they driving at all?
Me: They’re coming to see Chris and eat meatballs.
Nell: Swedish meatballs?
Me: Yes. They’re Chris’s favourite.
Nell: We only just had them.
Me: It was two weeks ago.
Nell: Are they staying over?
Me: Yes. The spare room is full of boxes so Charlotte might have to sleep on the sofa.
Nell: Your sister is in her sixties. She needs a bed.
Me: The sofas turn into beds.
Nell: This is all wrong. Storms called Bert and sisters on sofas.
Me: We’ll have some family time. Kev will light a fire and we can all hunker down.
Nell: We could play a game.
Me: Yes. As long as it’s not Twister.
Nell: Twister? We’re mature ladies, not teenagers. I was thinking of Monopoly.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
