I've had the house to myself this week as Mrs T has been away in Hereford. Whilst I love being married I do enjoy the space every now and again. I miss her terribly and enjoy her not being here, if you can make sense of that.
I have allowed my music to infect the place - it's a sort of ownership rite with me, like a dog peeing on the walls. Mrs T and I have overlapping taste but I have been celebrating the non-overlapping bits, i.e. most of it. I have changed my sleeping pattern to my preferred one (midnight - 7.45 a.m.). I have eaten when I was hungry rather than planning a meal to fit the two of us being in the house together. I guess I have eaten a bit more meat than usual. Liz doesn't eat it. I have watched the football programmes when they were on instead of on video. I haven't tidied up the second I made a mess.
She's back tomorrow. Fantastic.