Quiet.

The holidays are coming to a close and I will miss having the children around. A noisy messy house will become ordered and quiet - more room to think and actually drink that mug of tea whilst it's still hot. Nonetheless I will miss them, tears, tantrums, the lot. Murron begins school and for the first time in almost 13 years I will be home alone and considering my future. It's a scary thought. Being at home for so long does gently rub away a sense of yourself, confidence can take a subtle knock and suddenly there you are wondering what you are going to do next. Who will employ a thirty something stay at home mother of three who used to bookbind and quite likes photography? Answers on a postcard please.