So I had a very weird day on Saturday. Jenny was off visiting her sister at uni. My eldest daughter had been here in the morning but went out with her boyfriend to watch the rugby at a pub with friends. That would normally leave me and the hubby. But he'd got tickets to go to the rugby with a mate, so off he went too.
And I suddenly found myself, for the first time in about 23 years, alone in the house for dinner.
It was a bit surreal. I'm alone all the time during the day, and I've never even noticed it. But being here alone at night was bizarre. Mostly because it is obviously a sign of things to come, with Jenny off to uni in less than a year. My husband travels each week, usually Monday to Thursday, but sometimes Friday. So before I know it, I will have at least three nights a week on my own. Hence the weird. I had a tragic bowl of tomato soup and felt sorry for myself.
But it was only for about an hour as I then went out to do my first shift volunteering at the local art centre. I had to work the bar (another thing I haven't done in about 23 years!) for a classical recital concert. They were starting me a with the smaller, less rowdy crowd :) They also do comedy nights and shows, when you get max capacity and a bigger call for alcohol. This was mostly coffee. But the weirdest thing (another weird thing see) was that the other newbie who was being trained turned out to be another vlogger! With my site not even live yet I was making contacts. I took it as a good sign and decided weirdness can be positive, even the weirdness of an empty house, as the prospect of that was what made me volunteer in the first place. I know Jenny's not leaving for nearly a year, but I'm all about preparation!