Nell: Have you seen David? Someone dropped something off for him but he’s nowhere to be found.
Me: He’s upstairs watching my digital photo frame.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: The family gave me one for Christmas with hundreds of photos on it.
Nell: Why is David watching it?
Me: The photos change every 15 seconds. It’s wonderful.
Nell: It probably is but what’s it got to do with David?
Me: He loves it. He watches it all the time. It’s adorable. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: He’s supposed to be watching the Bus Stop.
Me: He does that, too. Let him have a little me time.
Nell: Me time?
Me: Time for himself.
Nell; David has plenty of time for himself. He needs to come downstairs and open the box.
Me: How do you know it’s for him?
Nell: It says Davide.
Me: He’s not called Davide.
Nell: He is in Italy.
Me: He’s never been to Italy.
Nell: David is Davide in Italian and I’m Eleonora often shortened to Nora which means shining light, if you’re interested.
Me: You know far too much about all this for my liking. Have you and Dave been consorting with Italians behind my back?
Nell: How dare you?
Me: I’m beginning to think you’ve joined the spaghetti bolognese group.
Nell: I might have eaten the odd strand. Who can blame me?
Me: There’s something very off about all this, Nell.
Nell: No, it was definitely freshly made and still warm.
Me: I didn’t mean that. Someone is behind all this. Someone fishy.
Nell: Fish don’t cook Italian food. Fish don’t cook at all. They can’t be bothered. Lazy creatures.
Me: They have to stay in water, Nell, so cooking isn’t possible.
Nell: Why suggest it then?
Me: Never mind. Sorry.
