Nell: I’m glad to see Harriet is enjoying her walks as much as ever.
Me: She is, Nell. Watching her lifts my heart.
Nell: Good.
Me: She loves running up to me and then running off again.
Nell: I remember it well. You sound tired.
Me: I had a bad night.
Nell: Missing me?
Me: So much.
Nell: It will get easier. I promise.
Me: I hope so. Grief is exhausting.
Nell: What you need is a giant Yorkshire pudding.
Me: I beg your pardon?
Nell: Filled with sausages, mashed potatoes and gravy and lots of fresh vegetables on the side.
Me: For breakfast?
Nell: Don’t be silly. It’s Saturday. Breakfast is bacon sandwiches. The Yorkshires are for dinner.
Me: Is this Poppy’s idea?
Nell: Yes, she and I have been planning the weekly menu.
Me: I’m not sure Herr Hoffmann is going to want you interfering.
Nell: Interfering? I’m a Guardian. We advise.
Me: It sounded more like an order.
Nell: Poppy only does orders.
Me: I remember.
Nell: So, tell Herr Hoffmann to use Poppy’s recipe.
Me: I will.
Nell: You’re still feeling low, aren’t you?
Me: Yes, I am.
Nell: Maybe you should go back to bed for a little sleep?
Me: I might try and have a sleep later.
Nell: Is David still Eating His Feelings?
Me: Yes, I’m afraid he is.
Nell: Did I see a black-winged Beefy fly by the house just now?
Me: They’re all wearing black, Nell. They have been since you died.
Nell: The Beefies are in mourning because of me?
Me: The whole village is in mourning, Nell.
Nell: Well, that’s most flattering.
Me: It’s not exactly how I would put it but I suppose it is.
Nell: It’s going to be alright, you know. Trust me.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
