Nell: I’m glad to see Nigel is with you.
Me: Yes. He’s had a difficult week caring for Charlotte so I think he’s relieved to be here. Poor chap.
Nell: What is David doing?
Me: He’s catching up on The Great British Bake Off. He missed it last week.
Nell: Nigel still looks worried.
Me: He is.
Nell: How is Charlotte?
Me: She’s completely exhausted but doing a little better.
Nell: That’s very good to hear. Do we know any more about what happened?
Me: We do and it’s actually good news. The doctors now think the chest pains are oesophageal spasms which feel like a heart attack.
Nell: So, it isn’t her heart?
Me: No, but it’s very painful. She has to take morphine to cope with it.
Nell: No wonder she’s tired.
Me: Yes, but I’m so relieved it isn’t her heart. There was a time when I really thought I was going to lose her.
Nell: I know.
Me: She has to be very careful what she eats and drinks as it’s easily exacerbated by certain foods.
Nell: Plain food is probably best.
Me: Yes, we’re having chicken and rice today.
Nell: A sensible decision. Have you seen her this morning?
Me: No. She’s still sleeping.
Nell: Why are you up early again? It’s Saturday.
Me: I’m too wound up to sleep, Nell. I think my pocketful of happiness is that it’s not Charlotte’s heart.
Nell: I think you’re right. Did the Welsh Corgi Choir sing?
Me: Yes, they did. Just a gentle lullaby to help her sleep.
Nell: Which one?
Me: ‘Too‐Ra‐Loo‐Ra‐Loo‐Ral’. It’s an Irish lullaby our mother used to sing to us.
Nell: And Bing Crosby.
Me: No, just our mother. Bing Crosby’s a film star.
Nell: Who sang it.
Me: Oh, I see. Sorry.
