scene from a bedroom
- L (who somehow contrived to end up in our bed between 10.20p when I fell asleep, and 4.42a when I woke up)
- Lucy-the-Dog (asleep on her own bed, but willing to get up if anyone else is getting up)
L (in a loud "whisper" similar that a football coach might use in the face of a player just flagged for a touchdown-nullifying penalty): I want to go down thairs!
me (waking) : mmph.
M: L, it's still night time.
L (sitting up now, raising her voice): But I NEED to go down thomthing!