It's quiet. Very very quiet.
The telly box is turned off. No music. No talking.
Very very strange for this house.
Herself is gone to Dublin for a few days with the Teenagers.
Map and the Youngest are holding fort.
Day one down, Youngest in bed and Map tapping on the lappy.
I'm usually here on my own during the day, which I'm used to.
But from about 4p.m. most days the place gets fair active.
Dinner, talking, tv, music, more teenagers coming and going.
Phone calls, texting, channel hopping, conversations going on between people in different rooms. Noise.
I've just gotten so used to it.
And the quiet, which I relish during the mornings and afternoons, can become quite unnervingly well, unnerving, in the evenings and night.
(I just turned on the tv for some noise, it's Star Trek DS9)
Meself and the Youngest had a fine day.
After we dropped the others at the train station we went and had a cooked breakfast in a caff. (She felt very grown-up with her own pot of tea)!
Then she brought me window shopping. (Dads are always more patient with the youngest)!
Home for lunch, followed by a long walk, followed by a snooze for Map and a 'Sponge Bob' marathon for the Youngest. Quick dinner, watched 'Britains Got Talent' on Youtube, (told ya I'm patient) and her off to the feathers.
The rest of the clan are back on Friday evening, so I guess I should enjoy the quiet while I have it! It is strange tho'.