how it goes...

Empty. Overall, cold and empty. Too many rooms and not enough people. If you haven't yet realised, I am talking about my house. My family's house, actually. Not much of a family house is it? Two people? Wow, massive family. Francis has pissed off back to Edinburgh, who knows when he'll be back. Gabriel is god knows where. Mum is away in Lourdes with HCPT (doing good work, ok, she's excused) So it's just me and dad, sitting around then going up to our rooms.  I mean, as a tradition (I seem to be the only one who thinks of it like that, but oh well), usually on the holidays the boys (Simon, Francis and Gabriel) and I sitt in the living rooms, playing on the wii or watching crappy (definitely inappropriately for someone my age, whatever age I am when I see it) TV, kicking Madeleine off the couch or just kicking Madeleine in general. Those were the good old days when Gabriel didn't have a life that existed after 10:45pm on EASTER Sunday! And I got up from my bed to go downstairs to make some tea and then settle in for a late night watching the idiot lantern when I realise Francis went home a few hours ago, I saw him leave. Bastard. I would have gone and watched the TV anyway, but two things stopped me. The fact that I would be a sad little girl sitting watching TV at ten o'clock with a bowl of triple chocolate ice cream ON HER OWN, and also that I would be terrified that the murderers were coming to get me.  At least with the boys there all I had to think about was having a shoe thrown at my face, I would have no time to worry about silly little murderer fantasies, suffering serious concussion from my own trainers was much more likely to have in five minutes with my brothers. Good news, the good weather for the holy days (they didn't call yesterday easter Saturday, that's why it rained) and I have fallen in love with Dr Phil. Good night, feel sorry for my nights, so empty of trashy TV and verbal (don't forget physical, though) abuse. xx