I am growing increasingly tired of all the goodbyes involved in our daily life. Today O left in the evening instead of sneaking off in the early hours. C cried several times before he left, but the last thing they did before the taxi arrived, was to have a "band session",where they dance and sing to one of the CDs O and C have put together. Above they are performing to Billy Idol's "Dancing with Myself". C decided who got to sing, or drum *with dinosaurs* or play the "rocket roll" *the whisker, C is playing the guitar with on the picture*.
Now, the flat feels very empty and we start our countdown til daddy returns home.
Only 50h to go.. *Miss you, O!*