Me: Happy Second Advent. Look at those two sleeping beauties.
Nell: They were up late watching Christmas films.
Me: I’m glad we managed to find a lovely tree.
Nell: It’s too big.
Me: Yes, I forgot we have a smaller living room now.
Nell: It needs decorating.
Me: We’re all going to do that this afternoon.
Nell: Where’s Nigel? He’s always here at the weekend.
Me: He’s at his own home. Charlotte sent me a photo of him with two stolen tea towels.
Nell: He got the stealing idea from David.
Me: I know. He never stole tea towels before he and Dave started hanging out.
Nell: Hanging out?
Me: Yes. Spending time together.
Nell: Nigel should be here. He’s always here on a Sunday.
Me: Hang on a minute. I thought Nigel annoyed you?
Nell: You annoy me, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want you around.
Me: Well, thank you for that. I think.
Nell: I’m going to call him on his iBone. He can’t miss Sunday Songs and he needs his Sunday roast.
Me: Don’t bother him this early, Nell. He might be having a lie-in like the Puppies.
Nell: Nigel won’t mind being woken up by me. He never does.
Me: Are you and Nigel in touch regularly?
Nell: Of course we are.
Me: But Dave is his main buddy, isn’t he?
Nell: I’m afraid that dreadful animal Xav the Cat is Nigel’s best friend.
Me: Oh yes.
Nell: In fact, it’s probably that cat keeping him away from his loved ones.
Me: You’re a funny old thing, aren’t you?
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: You’re horrible to Nigel when he’s here but you miss him when he’s not.
Nell: Only at weekends. I’m fine without him in the week.
Me: Yes, of course. Sorry.
