Me: Just look at that adorable squishy face sleeping in the sunshine. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: You can’t post photos of David without asking. He has a reputation to maintain.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: He’s The Handsome Hound.
Me: Dave won’t mind.
Nell: It’s not David we need to worry about. It’s his publicist.
Me: Publicist?
Nell: Yes. We’ve all got one.
Me: Why?
Nell: We’re film stars now.
Me: You haven’t even filmed anything.
Nell: No, but we’ve signed a contract.
Me: When did you do that?
Nell: A few days ago.
Me: You should have told me.
Nell: We weren’t allowed to tell anyone.
Me: I don’t like this, Nell. Who is your publicist?
Nell: We haven’t met them yet.
Me: Well, when you do, I’m coming with you.
Nell: In the meantime take that photo down.
Me: I’m doing no such thing. Dave is my boy. You’re all my family. And nobody is telling me what to do.
Nell: On your head be it.
Me: All this film nonsense is going to your head.
Nell: No, it isn’t. I’m just concerned about the ramifications.
Me: That’s an extremely long word for this time of the morning.
Nell: I’ve had two cups of Earl Grey and a soft boiled eggs with soldiers. I’m ready for anything.
Me: I’d better have some, myself, then.
Nell: Hurry up before David wakes.
Me: I hope you’re not going to be too busy while I’m away. I need you to look after everyone.
Nell: I can multitask, you know.
Me: Hopefully filming won’t start for a while.
Nell: I’ve no idea, but we should know soon.
Me: And you won’t be in every scene. You’re only Mrs Hudson.
Nell: Only Mrs Hudson? I beg your pardon?
Me: Sorry.
