I HAD thought that there was at least ONE advantage to Jonny and Cat's departure for uni: a clean and tidy house. We had had a particularly busy time over Christmas, with lots of visitors, and it had been quite time-consuming to keep on top of all the housework.
So I'm halfway to catching up on the washing, vacuum-cleaning and all those other delightful chores.
But the house feels SO empty without singing from upstairs, music blasting out all over the place, the slamming of doors and the thunder of feet up and down the stairs.
Even the dog seems quieter now without playmates.
I'll get used to it - but boy, do I miss those two!