When my good friend N stayed over last week, I had to take my bag into my own bedroom at bedtime, instead of dumping it on the living room floor. That way I wouldn't disturb his snooze.

Tonight, after a long, busy day at work followed by a mammoth clear out, I found myself thinking 'Haven't read Sunday's papers yet'.

Both these incidents, when connected, lead me to believe that my relatives are right when they say 'Oh, isn't she like her mother'.