The house is quiet.
I can't hear the little pitter-patter of tiny feet.
There is no one relying on me to ensure they are fed and watered.
I'm not typing this whilst a cold, wet nose prods at my arm.
The dog has gone.
But never fear. It is just for a few days whilst we spend the weekend with friends in Istanbul.
I'll be back early next week. Hopefully refreshed, rejuvenated and mint tea'd up to my eye-balls.
And I'm also hoping the little fucker won't remember that he'd just learnt how comfortable our bed is. (Maybe taking a photo rather than telling him off wasn't the wisest way to drive that message home.)
In other news, the bad side effects of the coil seem to have completely stopped. But it still appears to be doing a sterling job at emptying out my womb, if the present I found in my undies today is anything to go by.
But it'll be a while before I can stomach redcurrant jelly again.
(The husband just read that and forced me to publish an apology: I'm sorry).