I'd bask in the courtyard, in the swing seat only the boys are chatting, debating, who am I trying to kid - argueing, in the breakfast room (it's really hot and sunny and all the windows are open) (so I can hear every charming word they utter) (really really hot and beautifully sunny! which makes a change) about something they're playing on the xBox. . .
I'd lounge on the roof terrace, alone in the hammock made for two only Mini-Teen and her crowd of other mini-teens (they had an "it's-not-a-party-party" last night and rather too many for my comfort levels stayed over) baggysied it first. . .
I'd pack them all of their father's only I don't have the heart because they're all chilling really contentedly here and anyhow he should be chasing them up and it's not up to me to organise his life anymore, is it (*sigh of relief*). . .
. . .it's weird! I don't know what to do with myself