The unquantifiable joy of having Old Father Thames away, up country all week and absent, save sending the occasional, bullying email. To be a single woman for a week. Inutterable bliss
The reclaiming of the double bed, stretching out in it diagonally revelling in its full extent. Luxurious. Sneeking our daughter in for a cuddle. The all pervading atmosphere of low level dissapproval temporarily s
uspended. My home is my own. And so much lovelier without him.
The River Files 