Sometimes I swear they understand every word I say

So I said unto my Idiot Boy, "If you really work at it, I'm sure you could topple that whole pile of things, all at once. Most satisfying. And if you get it just right, look: it'll knock my glasses off the desk there as it goes, and maybe the laptop too..."

And do you know? He did exactly that, entirely. *is almost proud*

In other news, it is chucketing down so hard out there that I - even I! - have decided to take my boots off and stay in this morning. I shall do the work I have to do on the big machine here, read the electronic proof instead of the paper one, not sign the sheets until tomorrow. And potter about, do more washing up, that sort of thing. Whine at my friends until someone agrees to cat-catering next week. Sigh muchly, and stare out of windows and feel sorry for myself. You know.