Entry 38: in which Mrs God attempts a witticism

Still perplexed by Lucy's soul/sorl idea.

Described it to Mrs G; how he would hang on to the bad ones and do his corrective education thing and I would get to keep the good ones who would sing my praises.

"He's as mad as a brush" she declares.

"Exactly".

"I mean why would they want to sing your praises?"

I think that at times like this a dignified silence is best.