... and breathe.
(Or: Finally, I have the house to myself!)
It’s 10 am in the morning. My daughter is back at university, her twin brother is at his new job and my youngest child pedalled off to school two hours ago.
The coffee-pot is gently burbling. I’ve shut the door on the washing machine and thrown a tea-towel over the dishes in the sink: shrouded them. Out of sight, out of mind.
It’s been ten and half weeks,…
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