What do you do when yours is a lone voice in the wilderness? When the rest of the family is in the other room watching the TV. When the kitchen seems a lonely place!
It’s a bit of an oasis, the kitchen. The desert is the hall and the room with the TV. I hesitate to call it the TV room. That would be surrender. A cop out. An acceptance that we have in the house an altar dedicated to mammon!
The noise of the fridge seems a lot more real than the distant sound of artificial applause on the TV. In it everything is cool, unlike on the TV.
The house is noisy. I never hear the traffic on the road outside. Anne does but I don’t, and it is nothing to do with advancing age. Out the back I see the effect of the wind, blowing the leaves off the trees, and the noise of the rain falling on the conservatory roof. Loud but acceptable.
Not as intrusive as the TV.
With each additional child the noise levels in the house doubles. Now at 4 kids the noise has reached a certain high level of intensity.
The noise has died down. They must be watching a documentary! They are all in there watching the tv!