Me: What a beautiful sunset over the hills. We’re so lucky to live where we do.
Nell: Yes, we are, indeed.
Me: I can’t wait to share it all with the family at Christmas.
Nell: I expect they’re getting excited, too.
Me: Yes, they are.
Nell: You look very tired this morning.
Me: I woke up with a migraine.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: I used to suffer from them an awful lot when I was younger but I only get them now and again these days.
Nell: You’re going to have to take it easy today.
Me: Yes, I am, I’m afraid.
Nell: David can lend you his sunglasses.
Me: That won’t be necessary. I can manage.
Nell: He doesn’t need them. They’re just a fashion statement.
Me: All I need is quiet and a darkened room. It will pass.
Nell: I’ll make sure nobody bothers you and they keep the noise down.
Me: I don’t want to inconvenience anyone.
Nell: Don’t worry, most of them are out searching for Malcolm’s niece.
Me: What?
Nell: Frankie the Flamingo. She escaped from her home at Paradise Park in Cornwall and has been seen flying around the area.
Me: I’ve never seen a flamingo fly.
Nell: No. It’s an odd sight. Long neck and long legs.
Me: Is Malcolm worried?
Nell: Very. She’s only a teenager. It’s extremely naughty of her.
Me: Let me know if you hear anything.
Nell: Certainly not. You need to sleep and not concern yourself with missing flamingos.
Me: But I am concerned. She’s probably really frightened.
Nell: She’s probably enjoying fish and chips with the Beefies.
Me: I hope she hasn’t been kidnapped.
Nell: Oh don’t start all that, please. Get back into bed and try to sleep. Give your imagination a break.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
