An updated day in the life of...
I wake up. The light is streaming in because we never shut our curtains up here. It is half past six and I turn over and drift back to sleep. After years and years of dawn starts with small children and work and commuting, is there a greater luxury? As usual Ian must have got up without waking me because when I wake again it is a quarter to eight and he is not in the bed. From downstairs I hear the sound of him in the kitchen. He will have already made tea and porridge for his father and now the kettle is boiling again and he is making a cup of tea for me. Double luxury! It is quiet here. On a school morning faintly from the farm next door will come the sound of mothers calling and car doors slamming. The cockerel might be heard crowing from the kitchen garden. But there is no traffic, there are no trains or planes, just birds squabbling on the feeders and the cat calling meekly yet insistently for more food (not birds!). Break...