Oh My God! I just caught myself talking to my kitchen appliances! And I don't even have very nice kitchen appliances.
James has only been away for four days and already I am chatting to inanimate objects.
Some would say that that isn't very unusual but at least if James is here I can delude myself into believing he is actually listening.
Best I call the cat in because even though talking to a cat is depressingly spinsterish, it is at least a little less weird than asking the kettle what time Brothers and Sisters is on.