Mesdames the Dogs are once more telling us that they are about to leave home. Their hearts are broken. Just when they’d started getting things nice … Basically, yesterday a nice smiley man turned up with a very, very large machine and steam-cleaned the carpets. This was not the work of moments. Mysterious stains, carefully laid down by the dogs over a period of years, are no more. The house smells faintly of wet wool and Hygiene. From the dogs’ point of view, the carpets were presumably a lovingly crafted palimpsest of interest & happy memories. But no longer. They seem to be exceedingly cross about it.