So we get a sitter, and wait till they're all in their own rooms, pretending to be going to sleep. Then we pretend to be there still, whilst sneaking out of the side door... To a restaurant. A very bad restaurant. Where the meat is undercooked, and the bread burnt, and the wine hardly worthy of the name, and the staff spend all evening talking among themselves, and anyway we're the only customers (hardly surprising, given everything else.)
But we have an hour to ourselves. No disputes to settle. No rules to enforce. No repeated viewings of inane videos for the sake of somnolence. Nothing that relates to anything except ourselves. And we even manage not to talk about THEM. In fact, we hardly talk at all.
Peace. Bliss. An hour's freedom.
This is what it does to you.
Think carefully.
2007-11-12 @ 22:20