Dave and Krabes just left, along with their 2 little angels... and with them went the noise. It's back to me, Bill and peace and quiet. No pitter patter of footsteps on the floorboards. No high pitched little voice saying, 'Micko! Micko! Guess what? Guess what?'. No jumping, no watching Bill with the kids, no crashing of toys, no toddler yelling out as he desperately tries to join in on the conversation... nothing... just me and Bill and peace and quiet.
I can hear the birds in the rainforest... the breeze as it gently makes its way through the palms and gums... a car or two passing by.... the soft hum of the computer... the sound of Billy's tail as it swishes back and forth over the lino... and that's it - just me and Billy and peace and quiet.
My universe returns to its usual serene state and all that remains of my noisy weekend is a couple of loads of washing, a tipper cup on the sink, and a cupcake with a face on it in the fridge (could make a tasty breakfast).... Oh and a very real reminder of why we still hold off on the kid quest.