by all means, but her youngest son seems to have inherited his father's sense of tact. Odd thing to say, don't you think?
I started to sort out the heaving pile of papers reposing by my chair. I filled the waste-paper basket twice and put all the school-related stuff in box files which I loaded into a big plastic box, but then I rather lost interest and shoved everything else in one more pile. There was one folder of stuff that I didn't find at all, so I'll have to turn my attention to what's on the other side of the chair, which I'd rather hoped to avoid touching for a bit. Still, at least Pugsley will be able to get to the bookcase now. I used to keep stuff properly filed, but it got away from me ages ago and I'm not sure that I'll ever catch up.
Otherwise, I made chicken stock and then soup. I asked the Sage if he'd like the rest of the casserole from last night or the soup for dinner. "Yes please," he said happily. "What, both?" "I'm hungry." He was also cheery because his picture was in the paper today (the article, without picture). I'd not like to have my picture in the paper at all, being stupendously unphotogenic (the picture on the sidebar is rarely flattering), but he doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't look hideous in nearly all photos however, which might have something to do with it.
Did I mention that Weeza and Phil are getting a conservatory? The construction of it is starting on Monday. In an unusual move, it will double as a spare bedroom, so only complete exhibitionists will be invited to stay.