My family left yesterday and the house is quiet, too quiet. The tell tale signs of living alone pervade the house.
I put something down and an hour later it is still there.
The kitchen is always clean.
I talk to myself - and to the radio, and the television. In fact I argue with them, which is fairly satisfying as they don't disagree.
I don't close the bathroom door and I can go there in the night in the nude.
The days have twice as many hours in them.
I don't have an excuse not to do all that laundry and wash the floors.
I have good memories of their visit and hopefully my daughter in law will send me some photos as once again I forgot to take any.
I put something down and an hour later it is still there.
The kitchen is always clean.
I talk to myself - and to the radio, and the television. In fact I argue with them, which is fairly satisfying as they don't disagree.
I don't close the bathroom door and I can go there in the night in the nude.
The days have twice as many hours in them.
I don't have an excuse not to do all that laundry and wash the floors.
I have good memories of their visit and hopefully my daughter in law will send me some photos as once again I forgot to take any.
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