I’ve  not been too vocal recently. Things have been packed chez Stitch, with little space for tippy tapping. I swear the hours in the day are reducing as the boys are growing. I’m writing this in bed, in the blessed silence of a sleeping house.

Soon activity will make it hum and buzz but right now it’s calm and quiet and still. I love the solitude of early morning but it wouldn’t be half as sweet without the clatter and chaos that is sure to follow. Variety is the spice of life and contrast a condiment.

Today I will try to keep a spoonful of silence in my pocket, to be returned to if the days chords start to clash.