Nell: Why is Nigel sitting on the Naughty Chair?
Me: He isn’t on the Naughty Chair, he’s just watching television at home.
Nell: Have you looked at his face?
Me: It’s probably a serious programme.
Nell: That’s a Naughty Chair Face. Trust me.
Me: Is it?
Nell: What did he do?
Me: His name is Naughty Nigel so it could be anything.
Nell: I’m guessing that cat is behind it.
Me: Xav the Cat is Nigel’s best friend.
Nell: Cats can’t be real friends.
Me: That’s not true. The Cat and Dorothy are tremendous friends. I see them out and about together all the time.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: They’re obviously missing you. It’s something they have in common, like fashion.
Nell: I suppose they do. Dorothy was always obsessed with the latest trend.
Me: She’s a Salcombe Setter. It’s in her genes.
Nell: You’re right.
Me: You bring people together even when you’re not there, Nell.
Nell: Do I?
Me: Yes. I’ve had lots of messages from people all over the world who really miss seeing you but are so glad they can still hear you.
Nell: They can’t hear me. Only you can do that.
Me: I know but I let people know what you’re saying.
Nell: Not everything I’m saying, I hope.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: Not my gentle grumbles.
Me: People love the fact you’re opinionated, Nell.
Nell: These are supposed to be special, private conversations.
Me: They are special and incredibly precious. They mean the world to me.
Nell: I know.
Me: But they’re meant to be shared, Nell.
Nell: I see.
Me: You’re too wonderful not to be shared.
Nell: I understand. We still don’t know why Nigel is sitting on the Naughty Chair though, do we?
Me: No. Sorry.
