Me: Look at my Big Brave Beautiful Boy. What a handsome hound he is.
Nell: David is not a hound. He’s a pedigree Labrador.
Me: He could be a film star with those looks.
Nell: If the animation finally gets picked up by somebody he will be.
Me: We can but hope.
Nell: You’re not very well.
Me: I’m not.
Nell: You were coughing all night.
Me: I was.
Nell: You’ve caught Chris’s cold, haven’t you?
Me: I have.
Nell: This is not good.
Me: I agree. It’s Chris’s last day and I’m stuck in bed.
Nell: It’s the best place for you. Nobody wants you sneezing all over them.
Me: No, you’re right.
Nell: And it’s Friday the 13th so you need to be particularly careful today.
Me: I didn’t know you were superstitious.
Nell: I’m not. I just don’t like Friday the 13th.
Me: It’s all nonsense.
Nell: It hasn’t started well with you coughing all night.
Me: I hope I didn’t keep everyone awake.
Nell: You did but we understood. Herr Hoffmann is making chicken soup for lunch and Frau Hoffmann is going to bring you some hot honey and lemon.
Me: I don’t actually want a hot drink. I’m burning up here.
Nell: No arguments. Now, the school bus is about to arrive so please don’t let the roaring bother you.
Me: I’m used to it.
Nell: Just don’t try and join in. You have a sore throat.
Me: Why would I do that?
Nell: It’s become quite a thing in the village. They call it the Morning Roar and apparently you feel much better afterwards.
Me: I’m glad the Big Cats have been accepted.
Nell: Rumour has it that Beauregard is forming a band.
Me: How exciting.
Nell: It’s a dreadful idea.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
