Nell: Is David watching the Bus Stop?
Me: No. He’s actually been looking out for Storm Austen. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Has it arrived yet?
Me: Yes. It’s extremely wet and windy out there. I’m hoping no trees are down.
Nell: And I’m hoping the sea is behaving.
Me: My mother used to love a wild sea. She would often take us down there to watch the waves when we were children.
Nell: Don’t even think of going down to the sea today. The Weather Guardians have issued warnings.
Me: I bet it looks magnificent, though.
Nell: It’s far too stormy for you to risk.
Me: I’m not going anywhere, Nell. I had another bad night.
Nell: Was it your earache?
Me: Amongst other things. I’m afraid I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself.
Nell: Why?
Me: I’ve got to have my wisdom tooth out next Thursday and I’m dreading it.
Nell: If it needs to go, it needs to go.
Me: The dentist says it does.
Nell: You’ll feel much better when it’s gone.
Me: I hope so.
Nell: David and Harriet will look after you. David’s bedside manner is excellent and Harriet is such a thoughtful girl.
Me: I wish you were here, Nell. You were always the one to organise everything.
Nell: I’ll still be doing that. Don’t you worry.
Me: I wish I didn’t.
Nell: What are your plans for the weekend?
Me: Charlotte and Nigel are visiting and we thought we might order an Indian takeaway.
Nell: Dogs don’t like spice.
Me: It’s not for the dogs. Charlotte and I love Indian food.
Nell: We’re having steak and chips. Poppy managed to get her paws on a T-bone.
Me: How?
Nell: She plays poker with our butcher and won.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
