Me: I shall miss the leaves when they’ve gone.
Nell: They’ve never really gone. They’ve just gone back to the ground.
Me: I suppose so.
Nell: And in the springtime new leaves appear and everything begins again. It’s the cycle of life.
Me: You’re right. Dave is going to miss them on his walk. They’re like a crunchy carpet.
Nell: They’re more like a squelchy carpet after all that rain.
Me: True.
Nell: Moving on, I asked you not to dance at Sunday Songs.
Me: I know you did.
Nell: Why didn’t you listen to me?
Me: I was only line dancing with the llamas.
Nell: You were wearing cowboy boots.
Me: So were the llamas.
Nell: I expect it of them.
Me: And the Welsh Corgi Choir.
Nell: Their paws get cold.
Me: And the Whippets Institute Big Band.
Nell: That was surprising.
Me: Not to mention Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: Rupert is usually in boots.
Me: Like Puss.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Puss in Boots.
Nell: The Cat wouldn’t dream of wearing cowboy boots and never call it Puss again.
Me: I’m not talking about The Cat. Puss in Boots is a fictional character.
Nell: And don’t compare Rupert to a cat.
Me: Wolf in Boots sounds wrong.
Nell: It might sound wrong to you but that’s how it is. You can’t ride a motorbike in flip-flops.
Me: Wolf in Flip-Flops sounds all wrong. Even in summer.
Nell: Talking of footwear you need to organise wellington boots and slippers for the grandchildren.
Me: Yes, I’ve asked for their shoe sizes.
Nell: We can’t have them getting cold feet.
Me: I agree. It’s why I wore cowboy boots yesterday.
Nell: That was not the reason and you know it. You wore a cowboy hat, too.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
