Me: Look at sweet-faced Harriet. Isn’t she adorable?
Nell: That’s a rather unflattering angle.
Me: Stop being so critical.
Nell: What are your plans for the weekend?
Me: Charlotte and Nigel are coming over and we’re having a Turkish Night.
Nell: Turkish?
Me: Yes. I’m rather excited.
Nell: I hope you’re not going to eat that awful sticky stuff.
Me: You mean Turkish Delight?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Definitely not. I can’t stand it and rose water doesn’t agree with me.
Nell: Of course it doesn’t. You must never drink out of a vase.
Me: Rose water is made with clean water.
Nell: Leave it alone, please.
Me: Don’t worry. I’m sticking to grilled meat and flatbreads.
Nell: I expect David is excited. Grilled meat is his favourite.
Me: Gladys and the llamas are going to perform some kind of interpretive dance.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Did I ever tell you I went to belly dancing classes when I lived in Berlin?
Nell: No, you did not.
Me: It was ever so difficult.
Nell: Please don’t tell me you will be dancing.
Me: Absolutely not, but Dave might join in.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: I bet Poppy would cook you a Turkish dinner if you asked her.
Nell: I’m fine, thank you, and Friday means fish.
Me: Freshly caught?
Nell: Of course.
Me: By Poppy?
Nell: Who else? Although I think Patrick might be joining her on the boat as she’ll need to concentrate on the fishing.
Me: You have boats?
Nell: We have everything. Has there been any news of Rupert?
Me: He’s still in Canada.
Nell: I hope he’s going to visit Chris, Shannon and Marvin before he leaves.
Me: I’m sure he’ll pop in if he can.
Nell: Pop in? They need a proper visit.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
