2 weeks on with Bev in NZ...

I think I have had enough now. At first is was quite fun - for a few days - eating what I like, switching channels with the remote, reading late at night in bed...but after 2 weeks I admit it, I am missing Bev. The dog is still alive but I miss the little things like her chirpy voice when she answers the phone (I am usually on my guard thinking it is someone wanting to sell me something): her singing worship songs in the morning (I am a slow, silent, starter); her insatiable appetite for people popping round; her spontaneous hugs in the kitchen after washing up; chatting about the day; her asking challenging, unsettling questions about why I am doing something, or more disconcertingly, why I am not doing something else! 4 days to go...