21 years later O.M.G!

Mr H is finally ensconced in his University pad. The center of today's storm. It's been hectic!

He seems to be happy enough, a big stash of beers, flatmates who want to watch the football on TV. Sounds working, mess everywhere. A happy bunny.

We eventually got home to.....silence.

I had to call out "we're home" to an empty house! This is so strange. After 21 years of family madness all is quiet.

Maybe I'll go upstairs and play some awful "music" too loud and too late just to annoy us.

Maybe I'll phone the talking clock in America and leave the phone off the hook to run up a massive phone bill, to get angry about.

The fact that we can find the TV remote is small comfort - we don't know how to use it!

This is going to take some getting used to.

On the other hand - the evenings become free. Trips into central London, light painting, Lindy Hop, Blues, Balboa, Argentine Tango....ooooh maybe things aren't so bad after all.