I clumsily knocked over my empty mug this morning, and before I knew it the words were out of my mouth.

‘Ooooh, sorry mug.’

When I make a mistake on the road I say ‘sorry, Mr. Red Car’ under my breath. Last month I found myself saying ‘you ARE windy, aren’t you?’ to the wind. I have conversations with my cats that can go on for hours.

I’d like to think this behaviour speaks of my reverence for all things, living or otherwise.

I suspect I spend too long alone in the house.