I woke up at 6.30 this morning, with no boys in sight or sound.
I weighed the possibilities: go back to sleep for all of fifteen minutes, or get up and have a cup of coffee and a wee write, sitting at the dining table, watching the early morning light wash the sky/house line.
I must be getting old, because I chose the latter without any agonizing.
I got about ten minutes to myself, but the mini invader was in such a good mood when he emerged and found me already up, that I got to write most of what might be a song lyric one day, and I know where the end is going.
Just need to find time to write it.