It's nearly a year and a half since Ro moved out and the Sage and I have been living by ourselves. You might say that it was about time and you wouldn't be wrong - of course, we had been alone before while he was at university, but that didn't seem to count. This isn't a large house, though it does sprawl rather - it's a rambling cottage really, but it does seem rather big for the two of us. I mentioned the room I never go in - actually, there are several that I don't go in much, particularly in the winter.
A few weeks ago, when the family came to stay, the whole place was in use again, of course. I can't see us ever downsizing - for a start, Al and family live here too, in the annexe. And one of the reasons I ever suggested moving here was that I couldn't see the Sage clearing out the outbuildings. Well, since then, he's built more and filled them too, and an extension to the house.
I sometimes wonder, if I started again, what I'd have for my own choice. I don't believe that I'm that bothered about having stuff, but I could be deluding myself. Certainly, I'm rarely tempted to buy anything. The last item of furniture I bought, a couple of years ago, was a cabinet for the Sage to keep one of his collections in. That was an old one, bought from eBay. We've hardly got any new items of furniture. The bed was bought new of course. We had the dining table made and the Sage made the kitchen table. Otherwise, apart from armchairs and the sofa, it's all recycled.
If it were up to us, a lot of shops would go out of business. Oh dear. Could we be responsible for the recession?