I wave them goodbye with a guilty sense of relief and wander back into the kitchen to make myself another cup of tea. The sink is still full of the breakfast washing-up but I can leave it to later. Much later. Nobody here now to impress.
The bed linen in the cottage needs washing, but the sheets and duvet covers will never dry in this weather. So I'll leave them for a day. Or three. No rush.
Supper tonight - just us. At home. And not much conversation.
Maybe watch an old film. Or a repeat of "Have I Got News for You".
Early to bed maybe.Or maybe not.
Peace. And contentment.