Salad tonight, with smoked mackerel, which I have lovingly filleted to save my darling boys the trouble. I took the food through to the dining room except the potatoes, which are still cooking. I laid the table. The sounds must have filtered through to Ro in the room above (it’s not his bedroom but has better wireless reception than his room). I heard clattering on the back stairs. “Sorry” I said, “five more minutes”. Moments later, the Sage’s hungry head poked round the door. “Sorry,” I said, “Five more minutes.”
I just need to make the right noises and they appear. It’s like putting the kettle on, which works without sound with the Sage.