Nell: Is Nigel in your bedroom?
Me: No.
Nell: Be honest.
Me: He might be. Why?
Nell: He missed Morning Thoughts.
Me: I didn’t know he was part of Morning Thoughts.
Nell: When he’s visiting us his name is Nigel Martin and all Martins are required to be present at Morning Thoughts.
Me: I’m not. And neither is Kev.
Nell: Kev’s there.
Me: Wait a minute. Did you just say Kev was at Morning Thoughts?
Nell: Yes. Sometimes he’s not fully awake but he’s definitely there.
Me: What about me?
Nell: You’re definitely not there.
Me: Why?
Nell: Because you’re either sleeping or writing. And you can’t be trusted.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: You’re always sharing. Look at me and Nigel. We have a slight disagreement and now we’ve got a virus.
Me: You haven’t got a virus. You’ve gone viral.
Nell: Whatever.
Me: People love you, Nell. And Nigel.
Nell: It’s probably why he’s hiding upstairs in your bedroom.
Me: I wouldn’t call it hiding.
Nell: What would you call it?
Me: It is actually hiding. He’s hiding at the end of my bed.
Nell: Is he hiding from me?
Me: I don’t think so.
Nell: Haven’t you asked him?
Me: I didn’t want to pry.
Nell: You didn’t want to pry? You’re always sticking your nose into other people’s business.
Me: I wouldn’t call it that. I’m naturally curious.
Nell: Tell me about it.
Me: I can’t. I don’t know why he’s hiding.
Nell: Ask him.
Me: Just like that?
Nell: He’s at the end of your bed.
Me: I don’t really want to bother him.
Nell: Nobody hides at the end of a bed for no reason.
Me: Fine, I’ll do it.
Nell: Well, go on then. We haven’t got all day.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
