This is my favourite time of the morning. It’s not long after 9am, and the rest of the family are still in bed. I’ve sneaked downstairs, leaving Lorna asleep in bed, and am enjoying that time when you have the wakeful parts of the house to yourself.
I’ve lived alone – this is different. Somehow being up and knowing that the little period of quiet and solitude you have will soon be broken but not knowing quite when that will be, is what makes this so precious.
And now my coffee is nearly ready.