Home Alone
Published on 4 September 2003 in Life
This morning Catherine went up north for the weekend, and as such I’m sitting alone in our flat.
As with every other time she’s away, I spend some time ttrying to work out is what the worst thing about it is.
Is it the fact that in the flat is no one but me – no one to talk to, and more importantly, no one trying to get on my PC all the time.
Or is it the fact that I now have to do the washing and drying up?
It’s a toughie.