Me: Hurrah! Harriet is finally in the yellow chair.
Nell: Not for long.
Me: Now that is unkind, Nell. Let her stay there.
Nell: She can stay there all day if she likes. It matters not a jot as far as I’m concerned. But she won’t. Look at her face.
Me: She does look a little worried.
Nell: Exactly. And that won’t do. If you are going to go in the yellow chair then own it. Claim it as yours and sit proudly.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: The yellow chair is not for the meek. Harriet is sitting there waiting to be told to leave. Anxious Sitting is not comfortable at all.
Me: No, that’s like me in a dentist’s waiting room.
Nell: Yes. You’ve hit the snail on the head.
Me: No, I haven’t. I would never do that.
Nell: It’s just a saying. Snails are very slow and need to be chivvied along now and again.
Me: Hitting someone on the head is more than chivvying.
Nell: Moving on, the yellow chair needs to be enjoyed.
Me: But Harriet is justifiably anxious because you, or Dave will probably push her off.
Nell: I’ve never pushed anyone off anything. That’s something cats do.
Me: Well, you will give her a hard stare and a growl until she moves.
Nell: I might mumble something under my breath but nothing more.
Me: And Dave will climb up and squash her.
Nell: She’s used to being squashed by David.
Me: I think we all are. He’s such an affectionate Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He can’t help himself.
Nell: Either way, Harriet won’t be sitting in the yellow chair for long, so take a photo now.
Me: How do you know I am going to take a photo?
Nell: Are you?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
