Its too quiet, that is if you ignore my neighbours party upstairs which sounds like its taking place in my room, but hey its a Saturday night and I wouldn't dream of complaining, lets face it when my boys and the dog arrives next week we will be making our own fair share of noise.
But it is too quiet, no fighting over the toy car, no protests about bedtime, no barking at the postman, no pleading for biscuits, no cursing (thats the adults by the way, usually after a near death experience involving the toy minefield) - I know I've hardly had spare time that hasn't been spent in bed or on a 9 hour coach journey with Stephen Segall lookalikes but its at night when I haven't done my round of goodnight kisses that I find myself at a loss.
It will be less that 2 weeks now but oh boy they'll be getting big hugs from mum. And then a 9 hour coach journey but this time they'll be coming with me - yay!
love
claire
