Me: It’s jolly cold, isn’t it?
Nell: There’s nothing jolly about it.
Me: The weather forecast is for snow and ice across the UK.
Nell: It is January, I suppose.
Me: I don’t think there will be any snow here but the roads will be icy first thing in the morning.
Nell: Don’t go driving anywhere.
Me: I won’t. Don’t worry.
Nell: At least the sun is trying to shine.
Me: Yes. I don’t mind the cold so much in the sunshine.
Nell: I do. I’m staying in front of the fire.
Me: Look at all the snow in Toronto.
Nell: Yes. Marvin is cuddling in again.
Me: I don’t blame him.
Nell: David comes into his own at this time of year.
Me: Why?
Nell: He’s an excellent Cuddler and provides warmth.
Me: Yes, he does. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: I’m glad to see the Stuffed Tiger is back on the chest of drawers.
Me: I had to move it. Nigel was furious when he saw it on the bunk bed.
Nell: Nigel was right. It has no business on there. The grandchildren have gone.
Me: Don’t be so harsh, Nell. It’s missing the children terribly.
Nell: It’s all an act. It listens to every word we say and offers no contributions. It’s worse than Alexa.
Me: The tiger is stuffed, Nell. It can’t answer.
Nell: Moving on, we’d like to say a big thank you to those of you who kindly bought us a cup of Earl Grey.
Me: Yes, thank you so much for your generosity. Your support means a great deal to us and makes a genuine difference to our small economy.
Nell: It’s a shame you’re not a plumber.
Me: Why?
Nell: Plumbers make a lot more than writers.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
