so how come ...

aaahhh fudge! 'tis a long way to glasgow airport when delivering ones darling to an outward bound flight.

i just checked the status of herself's flight and she has landed, thirty one minutes early.

the flight left at 9.00 (my time) and i was home in good time for a pop in sunday visit from adam and michelle. then over to shona for a cup of coffee and a catch up. so things are pretty much back to normal here.

the house is quiet without her.
i don't have to watch american news anymore. i can bbc myself to death if i so wish!
next time south africa plays england in a one day cricket match...
well, i guess there will be no one to roll their eyes and call themselves a cricket widow ...
when i wake up, i can be as noisy as i wish and shower whenever...
no one will accuse me of exhibiting a lack of consideration.
i can smoke in my rav and play my music as loud as i like.


life will resume ... simplicity will reign.

so how come...
i feel this ache within?
i miss herself ...
i miss the witchling ....