Me: Dave fell out of bed last night.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: He was sleeping at the end of my bed and he rolled over the wrong way and ended up on the floor with a big bang.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: I jumped out of bed immediately. Fortunately he was a little surprised but fine.
Nell: I expect you were a little surprised.
Me: You could say that. Didn’t you hear the bang?
Nell: I thought it was just one of the Big Cats jumping down from the bunk bed.
Me: The Big Cats aren’t supposed to be in the bunk beds.
Nell: Don’t worry. They’ve gone now.
Me: We can’t have tigers and lions moving in whenever they feel like it.
Nell: There was no room at the Tree House.
Me: The grandchildren are arriving on Sunday.
Nell: The first thing they’ll do is move that wretched Stuffed Tiger into their room.
Me: It’s not real.
Nell: Which is exactly what it wants you to think.
Me: It’s stuffed, Nell.
Nell: It’s smiling.
Me: It’s happy because it’s been sharing the top of the chest of drawers with the Cuddle Nells.
Nell: It’s a sly creature and it’s listening to everything we say.
Me: Nigel hates it.
Nell: I don’t blame him.
Me: I think I might just move the Stuffed Tiger onto the bunk beds once they’ve been made so he’s waiting to welcome them.
Nell: I can’t believe you just said that.
Me: Why?
Nell: We dogs are the ones waiting to welcome them. And if anyone is sleeping on a bunk bed it will be Harriet and only on the bottom bed.
Me: What about Dave?
Nell: We can’t have David rolling the wrong way again. The mere idea.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
