the sound of a house

chris has gone off to do horse things, he has palmed the dogs off to the ever supportive Carol and Joan has staggered off to do the strange things an elderly senile cat gets up to. In the middle of nights I have woken to the sound of an empty cottage .

Like most Seventeen Century cottages with 18 inch stone walls,it can get incredibly cold inside Bwthyn -y-llan, even when the sun is shining and the temperature is warming outside. so despite a quick venture out to answer the door to Janet and Ned who had popped up to see the roosters, I am back in bed waiting to drop off again, before another busy night shift.

I can hear absolutely NOTHING! perhaps the odd passing land rover or crow from Duncan, but essentially there is silence. Unlike big houses, our cottage does not have an orchestra of creaks and groans when unoccupied! it just sort of squats where it is, and it is strange not to hear Chris listening to re runs of bloody Miss Marple or hear the dogs squabbling of Joan bleating on about nothing.........................perhaps that is why I can't get back to sleep?