Me: I’m not entirely sure that you and Dave fully understand what packing up a house actually involves.
Nell: We spend hours monitoring progress.
Me: Sleeping comfortably on the bed, or in the upstairs yellow chair and occasionally waking up and looking around isn’t the same as packing.
Nell: It’s very tiring.
Me: Is it, though?
Nell: Ask the Stuffed Tiger. All it ever does is watch from the top of the wardrobe in a haughty distanced way.
Me: Gosh. I’m glad you reminded me. We need to work out where the Stuffed Tiger is going to go.
Nell: I think it would be happiest staying here on top of the wardrobe. It’s its safe place.
Me: It’s coming with us, Nell, whether you like it or not.
Nell: Henry and Horst made an interesting comment at Morning Thoughts about the Insect Removals.
Me: Insect Removals?
Nell: It’s going to have to be handled sensitively.
Me: I suppose it is.
Nell: Foliage will have to be included.
Me: Can’t they find new foliage in the village?
Nell: They have to get there first. You can’t just throw them in a box like a llama.
Me: I’ve never thrown a llama in a box.
Nell: Well, a llama jumped out of one yesterday afternoon and nearly shocked poor Malcolm to death.
Me: It must have been a really big box.
Nell: Llamas can make themselves very small when they want to and that’s not the point.
Me: I suppose it isn’t.
Nell: Rupert is willing to take the more fragile creatures in his sidecar. He can make several trips.
Me: Are we still talking about insects, or The Cat?
Nell: The Cat has booked an Uber.
Me: We don’t have Uber here.
Nell: Well, it’s booked one.
Me: I see. Sorry.
