Nell: You look tired.
Me: I had a very early start to my day.
Nell: Why?
Me: Ask Dave.
Nell: What’s he done now?
Me: He had a large drink of water before rushing upstairs to see me at 5am this morning and threw it up all over the bed.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: It wasn’t the best way to be woken up.
Nell: Did you have to change the bed?
Me: I had to change everything. Pillows, duvet, bed cover. Everything.
Nell: That’s worse than putting your nose in the mashed potato.
Me: An interesting comparison but I agree.
Nell: David might have to lie low today.
Me: At least I managed to do a lot of writing before the sun came up.
Nell: Yes, there is that.
Me: And I know he didn’t mean it. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Did he help you change the bed?
Me: No. He went back downstairs, climbed in to my armchair and went back to sleep.
Nell: He wasn’t very sorry about the mashed potato either.
Me: These things happen.
Nell: Did anyone offer you a cappuccino, or some biscotti?
Me: Funnily enough nobody seemed to be around, apart from a few tractors.
Nell: Farmers work hard.
Me: Yes, they do.
Nell: I think you might have to have a mid-morning nap.
Me: I think you might be right.
Nell: Or an afternoon one?
Me: Or both?
Nell: Shall I organise a nice cup of Earl Grey and some hot buttered toast?
Me: That would be absolutely lovely.
Nell: Would you like a lightly boiled egg on the side?
Me: I wouldn’t say no.
Nell: I’ll keep David downstairs, shall I?
Me: Maybe. Just for now.
Nell: Really?
Me: No. Let him come upstairs. I need my morning cuddles. Sorry.
