Quiet

The house is eerily quiet as the smalls have gone to stay with their grandparents. During the evening phone calls, they breathlessly recount tales of endless exciting activities and then dash off to do something more interesting. In the peace that remains I have discovered how much more I can do if I don't get interrupted and also how much faster I can walk when on my own but I confess I am already looking forward to their return.


I love fireworks (in fact I really want to be packed into a firework when I die - MrP thinks this is more than a little odd) and tonight is a good opportunity for a gratuitous photo.

Happy New Year to one and all.