The house is once more silent. The toys stand, stacked haphazardly in boxes in the corner, The bowls, once filled with fruit-and-icecream, are stacked ready for the dishwasher tomorrow. The couch, which once rocked with the weight of three growing young bodies, sits deserted. The laughter which resounded through my living-room this afternoon has ceased.
All too soon, my son, his wife, my three grandsons and my daughter, are in their car, and move off back home. My youngest grandson, whose smiles light my life up, has gone home.
Until next time, Adieu!