Me: I can’t believe Dave ate my slipper. He hasn’t done anything like that since he was a puppy.
Nell: It’s the stress of moving.
Me: It might be.
Nell: You were out all day and Kev wasn’t there either, so he probably felt abandoned.
Me: I was only away for a few hours and Kev was clearing the garage.
Nell: Dogs have no concept of time.
Me: You most certainly do. If dinner is even a little bit late you start complaining.
Nell: He’s very sorry.
Me: I know he is.
Nell: He says he won’t do it again but I’d put all footwear right out of the way.
Me: I will.
Nell: He realises it was wrong. It’s all these wretched boxes everywhere and no pictures on the walls.
Me: As soon as we move they’ll all go back. In different places, perhaps, but they will be there.
Nell: I thought you were decluttering?
Me: We’re finding it very hard to throw things away. Kev and I aren’t minimalist sort of people. We like having our things around us.
Nell: As long as those things include us animals, I’m fine with clutter.
Me: You’re not clutter. You’re family.
Nell: I know, but some of the animals are very worried they might end up homeless.
Me: Nobody is going to be homeless. We might not be able to live as closely together, but places will be found for everyone in the village and surroundings.
Nell: Good.
Me: Although, I’m not sure how the village is going to react to two lions and a large tiger moving in.
Nell: The Cat’s organised a luxury tree house for Beauregard, Roary and Mrs King at the stately home.
Me: You could have told me.
Nell: You could have asked.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
