Freedom

I`ve got the house to myself this week, and it’s a lovely feeling. The parent that lives with me has gone off for a week, so it`s just me, well and the bird! It`s somehow as if a weight has been lifted off of me for a while. I suppose its not having the feeling of responsibility for someone else, particularly someone in their 80`s. Sub-consciously being listening for them, wondering if they`ll have a fall, whether they`ll slip over in the shower. Even, wondering (and I write this, I hope without sounding too morbid, but its always in the back of my mind) in the mornings when you go in, if they will wake up or not. It`s one of my biggest fears.

So, this week is a real treat, to just be able to be me. To relax and be at ease.