I'm in the kitchen, sipping on my second cup of coffee and slowly waking up. Lily the cat is laying on the kitchen table trying to catch an invisible bug off the wall. Tom the cat is fast asleep under the kitchen table on his favourite chair.
Mr S worked late last night and woke me up when he came to bed at around 3am. I'm fighting the urge to go and wake him up just because I want company.
The house is blissfully quiet apart from the radio breakfast show. For someone who functions infinitely better at night time, I do like my quiet mornings. I don't mind getting up early just so I can have my coffee in peace, read my emails and catch up on the news without rushing.
All is quiet. Love it.