They're gone

My children have gone. They are off touring the world* for the next 5 weeks, and MrPeacock won't be back until just before christmas. I took them to the airport and managed to avoid becoming a blubbering mess, although I could have if I'd let myself. I just developed a small leak as I hugged MrPeacock. And I'm only leaking a little bit right now as I write about it.

It's going to be very quiet around here. I wonder if I need to bother having a mobile phone, 'cos they're the ones who mostly ring me?

OTOH, this is such an opportunity. Major furniture reorganisation is planned, and, if we can find the money, a certain amount of renovation of the Family Room while it's empty of furniture.

Of course, we're also heading to Christchurch during the 5 weeks MsNotaGoth and Sneetch are away. Also sewing for Coronation and bridesmaidery, AND attending a couple of SCA events. Never mind the supervision of reasonably active toddler.

We'll see how far we get. Maybe they'll come home to a housing disaster.

btw. Rose is still here, she's not "my children", she's my baby.

*Hong Kong, UK, Greece, Italy, France, Holland, Germany. MrPeacock has a work visa for Germany so I expect he'll be there for the rest of the year.

Posted as a comment in pearl's journal, but I want to keep it and discuss it.

mr_bassman read an interesting bit out of a book last night, which I'm going to keep using 'cos it works for me.

It suggested that rather than label things "authentic" (or "period" as the SCA does) that we could instead call what we do, "historically informed".

This has the benefit of getting rid of the expectation that historical perfection is possible, but nevertheless maintains it as a goal.