Home Alone

It's Wednesday. Quite late on acutally but the house is silent. So quiet I can even hear the kitchen clock ticking. I'm the only person in the house and there is peace and quiet. And it feels very, very odd.

Woody is off interviewing for the magazine, the poor kittens are at the vets for an appointment which will sadly bring an end to their blood lines and my two little boys are both now up at the school - all day.

Little A has started the next stage of growing up. It has gone so wonderfully smoothly I can hardly believe it. Thankfully his classroom is next door to the nursery where's he's spent his mornings this past year, so the jump wasn't too much of a leap.

Long days have led to some big late afternoon grumps but a voracious appetite which is brilliant to see! I did feel as if my right arm was missing for most of the day though.

So there I found myself, patrolling the house looking for something to keep me busy on my day off. Obviously I have a list of housework as long as my arm but I'm quite dertermined that this midweek pocket of precious time is put to very productive use.

After some garden pottering and picking a few posies for the house I eventually settled to winter curtain making which had been started on mum's ancient Merritt. For some reason it gave up the ghost halfway through so I spent a sunny couple of hours stitching seams and header tape. Might tackle some long neglected decorating next week!

And after lunch Woody and I spied the chance for a stroll along the canal. Such a glorious afternoon so we strolled past the lock, along by the flood meadows and onto the restored bridge, before turning for home and it was such a lovely, simple thing to do as just us two.

Everyone is home again now, included two jaded little furries but they're doing fine. All in all a pretty smooth start and I might just get used to my mid-week home alones.