Simply Empty

 Sunday 14th September 2025

Church this morning, routine as always. We didn’t linger — Uncle Ken and Aunt Carole were coming for lunch, so there wasn’t time for the usual drinks and small talk after the service. It felt brisk, the sort of service that gets you in and out, which suited me fine today.

Dad did his bit: peeled the potatoes and sorted the veg Mum wanted for when we got back. That’s about the limit of his contribution in the domestic stakes — but at least it meant something edible made it to the table. After lunch I cleared away while everyone else sat and talked; I could have stayed at the table with them, but I didn’t feel like pretending to enjoy company. They drifted into the lounge eventually, to be more comfortable in their chatter. I listened for a bit, then went back to the kitchen to finish the washing up. Not feeling especially sociable these days — which is probably obvious.

Between bites of conversation I caught Dad telling Ken we need to move a stack of straw away from one of the wind turbines; they’re due to do some work on it. I’m not sure whether that will mean me being roped in.

That was about it for the day. I didn’t even get to go with Dad to check the cattle — Ken went instead — which left the afternoon thin and a little pointless. Not everything in a life demands meaning, I suppose; sometimes things are simply empty. Hardly worth writing about, I know — but if I don’t keep a record, you lot will miss me. Ha.