Me: We’re not feeling our best today, are we?
Nell: No, we’re not.
Me: In fact we haven’t really slept the whole night because you’re not well.
Nell: I’m not.
Me: You had a bad tummy which the vet thinks might be a bug.
Nell: It’s uncomfortable.
Me: I know it is. And when you’re uncomfortable we’re all uncomfortable.
Nell: Everyone kept fussing.
Me: They’re all worried about you, Nell.
Nell: David stuck his face in my face.
Me: He’s just checking up on you.
Nell: Nigel followed me around.
Me: Which annoyed you quite a lot.
Nell: Yes, it did.
Me: Harriet is probably the best one to keep an eye on you.
Nell: Maybe.
Me: It’s difficult to know what to do.
Nell: Kev was awake all night.
Me: I know he was. I’ve sent him up to bed. He’s exhausted.
Nell: I think I’d like it to be just you and me for a little while now.
Me: Yes, that’s what I think, too.
Nell: You can write and I can have a little sleep.
Me: You do that.
Nell: Being unwell isn’t fun at all.
Me: No, it isn’t.
Nell: If you fall asleep, too, that’s fine with me.
Me: I might do, Nell. It’s been a long night.
Nell: Stop writing now and rest. You can post a longer conversation tomorrow. Everyone will understand.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
Nell: No sorries. Not today.
