Me: Why are you sitting out there?
Nell: I need some peace and quiet.
Me: Don’t we all.
Nell: You never think things through.
Me: What have I done now?
Nell: Not only does pulling up the stair carpet deprive me of access to the upper part of the house.
Me: Just walk up there like everyone else.
Nell: I don’t do floorboards. They are hard on the paws.
Me: That’s silly.
Nell: But when anyone does walk up there it sounds as if they are wearing hobnailed boots in David’s case, or tap dancing in Mutley’s.
Me: It is loud.
Nell: Very.
Me: It’s not for long. We are getting new carpets upstairs.
Nell: And downstairs? Did I hear wooden flooring?
Me: It’s going to look wonderful.
Nell: I give up. Just issue us all with wooden clogs right now.
Me: It will be fine.
Nell: I shall be spending my time upstairs. When I can get upstairs, of course.
Me: Would a rug help?
Nell: David eats rugs.
Me: Yes, sorry.
