Nell: David looks guilty.
Me: He does, doesn’t he?
Nell: Do we know why?
Me: I don’t think he’s done anything wrong.
Nell: Just one bowl of cereal and one boiled egg for breakfast?
Me: Probably.
Nell: No Spaghetti Bolognese from the Bus Stop?
Me: It’s a little early for that. Even for Dave.
Nell: It’s never too early for David.
Me: I’m not a big fan of Mondays.
Nell: Not many people are.
Me: It’s back to the real world again.
Nell: I’m not sure you know what the real world is.
Me: I do, Nell. I just like escaping from it now and again.
Nell: Don’t we all.
Me: You’re not in the real world at all.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: You’re a Guardian. You’re up in the clouds.
Nell: Clouds? I’ll have you know there isn’t a cloud in the sky today.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes, and the temperature has dropped so Charlie and I thought we might take a walk in the park this afternoon.
Me: Well, I’m glad to hear it. It’s hard for me to imagine Guardianland.
Nell: You can imagine almost anything else.
Me: True.
Nell: Just think of your favourite place and there you are.
Me: Like Peter Pan. ‘Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning’.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: That’s written on my mother’s grave.
Nell: I know. I went there with you.
Me: Of course.
Nell: What are your plans today?
Me: I thought I might ask Rupert if he’d take me on a Popsicle Run.
Nell: Absolutely not.
Me: Why? Stephen Seagull was rather sweet when he gave Rupert his award.
Nell: Sweet?
Me: Maybe he’s changed?
Nell: Dalmatians don’t change their spots.
Me: You mean leopards.
Nell: It’s a definite ‘no’.
Me: Fine. Sorry.
