So this week I have been on my own, as Hub is away at a conference in Finland. He keeps sending pictures of his quiet walks through the trees and by the lake near his conference centre …
Meanwhile I have been enjoying a Quiet Time. It’s been a busy few weeks, with extra services (the curate has been away on placement), family staying, followed by a visit from my best and oldest schoolfriend, followed by The Wedding, followed by our son and his wife staying, followed by getting ready for Finland.
So I have been beavering away at one of my writing projects, but in my Hubless state there have been one or two Moments.
I put on some baked beans to heat through, wandered off to work on some writing, and went back to find them boiling away furiously and burning on the bottom. And, gentle reader, I ate it. Burn and all. It was quite nice and crunchy.
Then I haven’t been sleeping all that well. I was awake 3 hours last night. and the same the night before. I finally dropped off in the early hours yesterday … until the neighbours banged on the door and, not getting an answer, resorted to phoning me. Was I all right? The curtains were closed all round the flat and they were worried about us.
Aren’t they lovely? I thanked them this morning.
Oh, that’s all right, they answered perkily. We’re used to looking after old people.
They are 80.
Just as well Hub is back tomorrow evening.
image from waitingforthecircus.com