Nell: Why are Nigel and Harriet sitting at the top of the stairs?
Me: They’re guarding the house.
Nell: Are we under attack?
Me: No. You’re not well, so everyone is on high alert.
Nell: My stomach bug isn’t going to come leaping through the front door and run upstairs.
Me: We feel like we need to be on guard.
Nell: Well, you can all relax. I’m feeling a lot better.
Me: I can tell.
Nell: I slept most of yesterday and intend to do the same today if you’ll let me.
Me: We’re just watching over you.
Nell: You’re checking me every few minutes.
Me: Yes, that must be annoying.
Nell: It is. And where’s my breakfast? I can’t smell bacon and it’s Sunday.
Me: We’ve all decided to go without bacon sandwiches because you’re not well.
Nell: David agreed to that?
Me: He did.
Nell: He will need extra Yorkshire puddings and gravy with his roast later.
Me: We’re not having a roast today.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: You’re on a strict diet of boiled chicken and rice.
Nell: But I’m feeling better.
Me: Yes, and I’m extremely grateful for that but we have to make sure you don’t overdo it.
Nell: Eating a bacon sandwich, or a few roast potatoes, isn’t overdoing it.
Me: Yes, it is. I’m afraid you’re stuck with chicken and rice for the next few days.
Nell: Days? Isn’t today enough?
Me: No. You’re our precious Nell and you’ve been really unwell.
Nell: And Sunday Songs?
Me: We’re singing at the Bus Stop today. If you look out of the window you can see the Welsh Corgi Choir gathering.
Nell: I’m truly touched by this.
Me: We love you.
Nell: Any chance of a small piece of bacon?
Me: No. Sorry.
