Nell: Why is Nigel upstairs on your bed? He doesn’t usually visit us this early on a Friday.
Me: Kev and I are taking Charlotte into hospital so Nigel is going to stay here with you and the others. Can you keep an eye on him?
Nell: Of course I can.
Me: He’s very worried about Charlotte.
Nell: That’s completely understandable.
Me: So am I, to be honest. She’s my precious sister.
Nell: Everything will go well. Try not to worry too much. It doesn’t help anyone.
Me: You’re right. I’ll just be glad when we bring her home tomorrow.
Nell: We all will. Now, you get yourselves ready and off to the hospital. I will look after Nigel.
Me: I know you will.
Nell: I’m presuming bacon sandwiches are allowed for our second breakfast even though it isn’t the weekend?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann is making a cake to welcome her home tomorrow.
Me: Lovely.
Nell: And David and Harriet are making a banner. They’re very sorry about the dirty bedding yesterday.
Me: They jolly well should be. Naughty animals.
Nell: We’re going to impose a No Going Upstairs Unless You’ve Cleaned Your Paws rule.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: David was wondering if Charlotte would like the Big Cat Vibe to play her a few tracks when she gets back?
Me: I think that might be a little bit too much.
Nell: Could the llamas cartwheel outside her window?
Me: Maybe.
Nell: The Welsh Corgi Choir suggested some gentle lullabies.
Me: They won’t all fit in her room.
Nell: They’ll be singing outside.
Me: Could we save the singing for Sunday?
Nell: We can move Sunday Songs to the bus stop just for this week.
Me: Good.
Nell: She’s going to be fine.
Me: Yes, she is. Sorry.
