Home Alone

Well, I won't actually be left home alone. I'll also be left holding the baby. The baby, the fort and the purse strings. I'll be carrying the can as well. There's probably something else that I've forgotten but nothing important. Nothing that isn't on my list.

My list. I should probably be offended by the list but I'm not. I should probably be more ashamed of being eternally grateful to have it. I can probably get Ewan to check it for me and tell me what I should be doing next as I flounder around burning the oven chips.

But it's only a week.

I miss her already.