The house is quiet. But it will never be really empty again. Sitting on our sofa with my laptop living up to its name I write about the hive of activity in the house while I sit here alone.
I can here Euey's frenetic flip flop flip flop coming towards me down the hallway, sadly without the ultimate divebomb on to my person. I can hear Aoife to my side, in her cot, winning the heart of a bulgy eyed bug, sadly I'm chaperoning a memory. I can hear Georgie in the kitchen humming Roy's "Only the ronery". Sadly I can't kiss her neck and tell her "I rove her"
My family are away for a night, only a night.
Time is not a constant, this has been one long day.
I eagerly await your return, you collective yumminess.
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