The two older kids have gone to stay with their Aunty until Friday, for Easter. Himself drove them down after lunch and they have just arrived.
I have been very worried about their trip, because the snow is pretty heavy up here. It took Himself about 20 minutes to get the Rover out of the drive to go down to the garage in the village for its MOT. And then when he was leaving in the Monza, he was skidding all over the place at the top of the drive where we have a wee hill bit. Well, not so much a hill as a steep incline. It is there (spposedly) to stop the water that runs down the road whenever there is a thaw from taking half our garden down the hill with it, but the last two years has seen a quantity of driveway become one with the garden.
Anyway, they managed down the road okay after all my worrying.
It is weird here. I have just done the tea, and I have had to really think about the quantity of food I am preparing. There are only two of us here now, instead of four. And it doesn't matter if I use the same knife for anything I want, without having to worry about cross-contamination. I keep going to shout Laura for her pills.
I know her Aunty will look after her, and make sure she doesn't have anything that can make her ill, and I know she will remember her pills and her medicines, but I can't help but worry. Somewhere inside me is a small voice telling me that I am the only person able to look after my girl properly.
I won't see Himself for two weeks.
He usually comes home on a Friday, but his sister is bringing the kids back Friday and going back Saturday because our nephew is having his 21st birthday party. I can't go because the puppy can't go into kennels and also because the kids (although invited) can't really attend, because it is more of an age-21+ party and I don't really like them mixing with drunken smoking partygoers. And - man! - do they lot know how to party! 