while the cat's away

It’s just Mrs Mop and me this morning.  She’s been given a list of jobs; so have I.

I’m in the shower when I hear music playing.  She has eclectic tastes; Dion, Green Day, Fat Freddy’s Cat.  She obviously has hearing problems because the music is really loud.

I wait till she’s finished in the kitchen before going downstairs to make a coffee.

There’s something about turning up the volume when you’re alone in the house.  A guilty pleasure.  I make a second cup and put my feet up.

Mrs Mop finishes and the silence is deafening. 

I notice that she’s missed a bit by the front door.  I clone it out.  She owes me one now.