Usually working from home is great, I get all the space I need and then G comes home we converse and then she goes to bed and it's quiet again.
This week it's been an overload of my own voice.
On Saturday I got my talk on with a lovely group of crafty ladies.
Today.....I've grown sick of the sound of my own voice.
The poor lady at the post office merely asked me how I was. She didn't need nor invite a 20 minute dialogue !
I'm having my haircut tomorrow....usually I dread the small talk. Not this time. Bring on the inane chatter.
And of course the rest of the week....once G is home, is filled with solo social outings and appointments.
By next week....I'll be ready for the quiet again.
Til then....if you meet in the street.....you've been warned !