Good Morning

5.30 am. I can't sleep anymore so I've decided to park myself on the kitchen table and catch up on email. It's light grey outside and the house is quiet. I mean really very, very quiet. I can actually hear the kitchen clock ticking. The Little Guy has just woken up. He's shouted "MAAAAAA." I can hear the panic in his voice. He's just realised he isn't home and the parental duo are nowhere in sight. Sure enough, the door swings open and here he comes. His arms swing around my neck and I embrace his not-so-little compact body. His hair smells good. For all the independence he's shown lately, he's still my baby. It's time to get moving. We have a 9 am flight to Moscow.