Me: Nigel looks worried.
Nell: He’s had a restless night.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: The wind kept him awake.
Me: He shouldn’t have eaten that cabbage.
Nell: I’m talking about the storm.
Me: Just joking. It kept me awake, too.
Nell: I hope your sister’s feeling a little better.
Me: So do I. This weather isn’t the nicest when you’ve got a nasty cold.
Nell: Sunday Songs is happening inside for obvious reasons.
Me: Do we have enough room?
Nell: The Welsh corgi choir cannot be expected to perform in these conditions. Rupert collected a couple of them this morning and they’re having toast and marmalade in front of the fire as we speak.
Me: No boiled eggs?
Nell: David ate them by mistake.
Me: Oh no.
Nell: He was unaware they were meant for our visitors.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He must be feeling awful.
Nell: After four boiled eggs he should be. Moving on, the llamas’ tent blew away.
Me: What?
Nell: Fortunately they were in their sleeping bags but it was a terrible shock.
Me: That’s dreadful. Poor things.
Nell: Olive the Other Reindeer has taken them in at The Barn.
Me: How kind.
Nell: We were discussing their predicament at Morning Thoughts and the general consensus is they’re going to have to become Inside Llamas for the time being.
Me: I agree.
Nell: Tents are for warmer weather.
Me: And less windy times.
Nell: Quite.
Me: Can Inside Llamas still cartwheel?
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. Cartwheeling and Gliding is only allowed outside.
Me: Do Inside Llamas become Outside Llamas when they go outside?
Nell: Do you think you could stop asking ridiculous questions and let me get on with things? We have a house full of visitors, in case you haven’t noticed.
Me: Sorry.
