Soemthing I don’t get too much of. Even when the kid is tucked up in bed, he has a tendency to snore/talk/giggle. Throw in some motorbike owning, rap-music loving neighbours and a boyfriend immune to subtle rolling of eyes and peace and quiet is a rare commodity. When I do find myself home alone, I tend to be too busy rushing around to make the most of it.
Growing up, I loved nothing more than shutting myself away in a corner to read or write or even just to think. I always found myself distracted if there was too much other stuff going on. Oddly, I increasingly find it difficult to concentrate when it is quiet. I often resort to putting on the TV or radio for background noise, because the silence is so diconcerting.