A lovely sunny spring evening, so warm that it feels like summer. I hope to goodness we haven’t been lured into a false sense of security as it isn’t inconceivable that we could get another load of snow (Please God noooooo!)
For the first time in living memory I’m home alone on a Friday evening. Not one member of the family will be showing up for dinner – they’re all out – one at a scout weekend, one at a church youth group Passover dinner, one just out (no, don’t ask, you won’t get an answer, she’s a teenager) and one at a drinks do at work for someone who is leaving.
So here I am contemplating making something delicious for myself for dinner – which will probably involve sweet potatoes and aubergines (which nobody else likes), sewing my Hopscotch triangles and feeling bowled over by how utterly faboolah they’re looking….and enjoying the peace and quiet. Really enjoying the peace and quiet…and not having to cook a family meal.
It feels completely self indulgent and delicious.
This should happen more often! (I think it may indicate that deep down I’m a deeply anti-social individual, but we won’t dwell on that)