Nell: I blame you.
Me: You always blame me so nothing new there.
Nell: Do you know what I just found?
Me: I know you are going to tell me.
Nell: Harriet’s boot.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: At the top of the stairs. Abandoned.
Me: Not good.
Nell: The cheeky animal was running around bootless playing with David.
Me: How did she get it off?
Nell: I cornered them in the living room and she says David had nothing to do with it.
Me: He looks innocent. Actually they both do. Look at their little faces.
Nell: You see! This is what I mean. You are useless. You know perfectly well that the boot did not fall off accidentally.
Me: It’s good she is running around though, isn’t it? Her appetite has come back too.
Nell: Yes. She is certainly a much happier girl today.
Me: And it’s not bleeding?
Nell: No. But you know it means another trip to the vets. Here is their number.
Me: Oh dear. I was just pleased she felt better.
Nell: Exactly. You never think things through.
Me: Sorry.
