So. Where is everybody? I went out at about half past three, saying I’d not be home until five, and no one said anything about going out. But I returned to an empty house. Now, at nearly seven, there is still no one here.
Hmph. I bet they will burst through the door in ten minutes, demanding to know when dinner will be ready and what is it?
Corn on the cob. Roast duck and roast potatoes. Whatever other vegetable there is enough of to pick. Twenty to eight precisely.
And, being home and alone, what am I doing? Drinking red wine, eating pretzels, reading blogs, reading the paper, listening to Troubled Diva’s podcast* (which I downloaded days ago and haven’t had an hour free for until now). How about a little stimulating conversation here?
I sigh. I pour another glass of wine. I eat a fig. I sigh.
*Should I have put a link to that? Surely you all read and love Troubled Diva already.