Me: Good morning. It’s another beautiful sunrise in London.
Nell: I’m not even going to point out that it’s early.
Me: I couldn’t sleep. Seeing those photos of you all looking so sad made me sad, too.
Nell: We’ve begun to think you’re never coming home.
Me: I feel the same way.
Nell: So, are you? Coming home?
Me: I hope so. But I might not be able to leave London until the afternoon so I won’t be home until this evening.
Nell: We don’t care what time you come back, as long as it’s today.
Me: I really think today is the day.
Nell: I’m not counting my biscuits.
Me: It’s chickens.
Nell: No, it is not. We’re vegetarians now. Remember?
Me: Nonsense. Kev told me Herr Hoffmann is making cottage pie for dinner.
Nell: Seriously?
Me: Yes, with creamy mashed potatoes and lots of vegetables.
Nell: I knew it. The mince won’t be real. Mark my paws.
Me: It will. Kev went to the butchers and bought organic beef mince.
Nell: So, we’ve been forced to become Unwilling Vegetarians for weeks and weeks but the moment you’re finally coming home Kev goes to the butchers?
Me: Yes. It’s not weeks and weeks. It’s been 5 days.
Nell: 5 nights and 6 days if you count today and I’ll still believe it when I see it.
Me: Me too.
Nell: We shall be tracking you on our iBones.
Me: I thought you might.
Nell: You’d better drive carefully, I know you’re tired.
Me: I am. I really can’t agree with Samuel Johnson.
Nell: Who on earth is he?
Me: He said ‘the man who is tired of London is tired of life.’
Nell: You’re not a man.
Me: It’s a saying.
Nell: Just come home today.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
