I always find it adorable when Jenny talks to me in her sleep, especially when my responses obviously provoke a reaction without waking her up.
Out of nowhere just now:
Her: Erm. Erm. If you’ve separated all the wood stuff how are you going to separate the rest?
Me: What wood stuff?
Her: From my bit.
(voice manages to convey mild irritation at my lack of understanding)
Me: Your bit of what?
(Sleep-Jenny clearly losing patience)
Me: Okay then. We’ll work it out.
(the world has been set to rights)
In the morning I shall endeavour to find out what her bit is and what apart from wood needs to be separated from it.