Through the day, I am generally alone with The Biddles, as we call GD. Conversation is, of course, of a high intellectual standard. She and I discuss disestablishmentarianism, and go from aardvarks to zygotes…she was one of the latter recently, so she has a lot to say about it.

But this leaves me weary and rather over-stimulated, and I look forward to DnA’s return home. Ah, I think to myself, how nice it will be to have everyday, simple conversation…what did you do at work? What’s happening in the outside world?

So then, A comes back and indulges in the following very meaningful monologue: