NO BLAME

Went round to pick up a swipe card needed for access to and from the car park and also took from downstairs in her kitchen an anti-macasser left for me there by the woman for the armchair was hers I got from outside the top end of the flats after she threw it away.
On the way back to mine coming along the sunken walkway a dog carrying, in its mouth, the handhold end of its lead trotted past followed, I saw someway behind, by a man walking fast and talking loudly.
‘It’s what you said,’ he said.
‘Well, don’t blame me,’ a parallel voice from up above.
‘I’m not blaming you,’ said the man below, ‘I just won’t listen to you again.’