It's what gets me through the week.
Sometimes I feel guilty that I enjoy their absence so much. (I have been known to literally jump for joy as they back out of the driveway). Then I get over it and pour myself another glass of wine.
Tonight I'm working on two summer tops for Abby and a pair of shorts for the walrus. Then I will get started on another one of these peasant tops for myself. Take two!
I'm listening to Adele and thinking about who will look after our house when we go away next year/PND/when will I go back to study/what I will cook for dinner tomorrow night when Chris' Dad visits/will the tomato seeds I planted ever pop up?
Quiet is nice.
|Photo unrelated and a few months old. We are all here. Can you spot us?|