Saturday, 20 October 2012

After they've Gone

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.


  1. Amen to that, Sue. We're exactly the same when visitors leave!

  2. Glad it's not just me! I feel like I've been holding my breath for a week! :) :)

  3. I love to see friends and family...but I must admit to breathing more easily when we are on our own again.
    We're so used to our bubble...

  4. We do too Fly, but we do love our own company. :) Some friends are very good at respecting that. Others are a bit more "high maintenance". :)

  5. I'm so pleased it's not just me that feels like this. Lovely to welcome guests but such a relief to wave them off again!

  6. Hi Sue, we have friends who know what it's like: using the Benjamin Franklin quote: "Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days." Needless-to-say they are the most considerate of visitors. :)