Sunday 2nd September

Sometimes when one is in a relationship one longs for a few days on one’s own, just a bit of time to oneself.  Time to waste, time to do nothing in particular, just a break from the usual routine.  It isn’t that you really want to get away from your partner, but more that you need a little rest from constant company.   And that is exactly what I have had over this summer.  My partner has stayed just over a week longer in France, and who can blame her.  I wish I had more holiday time, or rather someone to pick up some of the work for me occasionally.  In any case it transpired that I have returned for four days of work and three of leisure and the house, or rather two houses, to myself.

And while I rather enjoyed it at first; the freedom of watching whatever crap on the TV that took my fancy; the luxury of eating when and what I liked without worrying about someone else, and just the freedom to come and go as I pleased.  Not that I did anything that different as it transpired, except falling asleep in front of the TV without being told to go to bed.  I have got some writing done both yesterday and today, which was good if tiring.  And I have probably listened to a bit too much music than is good for anyone.  But in a funny way I am dissatisfied, and cannot wait for her return and normality.  Maybe I need the routine to settle me, to keep me busy too, because it is never quiet when she is around.  Tomorrow (today) I am off visiting grandchildren, far better than another day with just me for company.

So, a few days on one’s own are okay, but more than a very few and you are crawling the walls.