Nell: I see Nigel is visiting you again.
Me: It’s the weekend, Nell. Nigel always visits us.
Nell: Did he go to the pub for a pint and a packet of crisps with Kev?
Me: He did, actually. Kev’s finished the antibiotics so he wanted to celebrate.
Nell: With Nigel?
Me: Yes. They enjoy the walk there and back.
Nell: And David and Harriet?
Me: They went on a long walk earlier.
Nell: Just checking. I don’t like to see any favouritism.
Me: You have favourites.
Nell: We weren’t talking about me.
Me: Yes we were. You said you don’t like favouritism.
Nell: Moving on, is Sally back?
Me: Yes. She and Davey spent the night in the two-seater chair.
Nell: I don’t need to know the details, thank you. And stop calling him Davey.
Me: They looked so sweet all cuddled up together.
Nell: Did Nigel behave?
Me: He always does around Sally. Everybody does, to be honest.
Nell: Poppy’s got a new beau.
Me: Do tell.
Nell: An Irish Wolfhound called Patrick.
Me: An Irish Wolfhound?
Nell: Yes.
Me: They’re huge.
Nell: Poppy likes large animals. Don’t forget John the Doberman.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Is John still running Starbarks down at the quay?
Me: He is, but he’s lost his sparkle since Poppy left us.
Nell: I’m not sure he ever had one. John is more of the slow and steady type.
Me: True.
Nell: Patrick is the life and soul of the party.
Me: Is he?
Nell: He breaks into song at the drop of a hat.
Me: He sounds fun.
Nell: He wants me to call him Paddy.
Me: Fair enough.
Nell: I refused, of course.
Me: He’ll be calling you Nelly next.
Nell: He will not. Only Rupert calls me that.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
