Me: Harriet’s in a snuggly mood today.
Nell: I can see she is.
Me: She slept right next to me on the bed and now she wants cuddles from Kev.
Nell: Everyone needs a Snuggle now and again. Especially on a Thursday.
Me: Why Thursday?
Nell: It’s an odd sort of Bridesmaid Day. Not quite the weekend and not quite the week.
Me: What nonsense, Nell. You’ve just made that up.
Nell: That’s rich coming from you.
Me: There’s nothing wrong with Thursday, except this one. Maybe.
Nell: You sound like you’re in need of a snuggle.
Me: I’m fine.
Nell: No, you aren’t. I can tell. What’s wrong?
Me: It’s silly.
Nell; Is it because you haven’t received an invitation to the Beefy Halloween Ball?
Me: No. I don’t want to go and Kev isn’t going either. He says Nigel can take Dorothy.
Nell: What is it then?
Me: If you must know, I’ve got an appointment with the dentist and hygienist this afternoon.
Nell: Oh, I see.
Me: I know I shouldn’t make a fuss but I don’t like dentists.
Nell: Nobody does.
Me: Kev says I shouldn’t be going to the dentist until my earache has completely gone and it’s only going to make it worse.
Nell: He’s probably right.
Me: But I don’t want to miss my appointment.
Nell: Fair enough. If I were you I would tell them you’re not feeling completely well and then I’m sure they will be particularly gentle with you.
Me: Do you think so?
Nell: Of course, and getting your teeth cleaned might actually help in the long run.
Me: It might do.
Nell: You’re most definitely the one in need of a Thursday Snuggle.
Me: You’re probably right.
Nell: Go and find Kev, you silly sausage.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
