You will be delighted to learn, I’m sure, that James has started talking bollocks in his sleep.
When I came to bed last night, he said, “This thing finally joined me!” while holding up his hand and wiggling his fingers. It looked like he was indicating his wedding ring, but he wasn’t wearing it.
“See, it got to the right length.”
“It got shorter!”
“Your finger?” no. “Your hand?” no. “Then what are you talking about?”
“The THING! [Still indicating something to do with his hand.] You know, when you… the thing, when you cut it to the right length!”
Then he turned over told me to go to sleep.