It’s very quiet today. The rain is pouring down giving the atmosphere a dulled calm feel. The house is dark, no one is home. Kids have gone to school and work. 
But what makes the place feel so quiet is that yesterday it was sunny and we had three tradesmen in the house, calling to each other from below the floorboards, singing too, from below the floor boards, walking through the house in steel capped boots, turning off the water and on the water and skill saws were going in the background to harmonise with the beats of Billy Joel or I just wanna rock DJ on The Sound FM, while the chorus coming from the plumber under the floorboards sounded out from below. Not only that, one of them was an apprentice plumber so the delightful tones of encouragement/teaching/explaining and cajoling added to the vibe.
Yesterday’s sunshine
So now today, I sit in silence, calm dark wet tranquillity and I can even hear the birds tweeting. 
It makes one appreciate human kind as a sort of magnet,
a necessity to which we are all drawn. I kind of miss the humdrum, the noise, the companionship as awful as it was.
Humans come together, they bond, they bind, to experience camaraderie and togetherness. Maybe not all the time like yesterday. I must admit, I’m taking a deep breath and enjoying the peace and quiet because I know…it’s not going to last.
I decided to make bread. 
And despite the fact it was late afternoon, I thought I could still get it done in time to rise and bake. 
There are a lot of seeds in this bread but the mix of flours ensures it’s not heavy or dense. I thought I had all the right ingredients until I started reading the recipe. I didn’t have sesame seeds or sunflower so I switched them for pumpkin seeds and LSA (ground linseed, sunflower seed and almond – got to be good for you!) Seeds/nuts it’s all the same, it’s all good for you. So I mixed all the seeds and oats and wheatgerm together and soaked them for an hour. (Apparently this prevents the loaf from crumbling when you slice it). 
Then I made the dough and mixed in the seed mix. 
The result looked great and did rise in an hour as anticipated. I had just enough time to punch it down and shape it into the loaf tin 
before my dance class so it could rise again, and I baked it when I got home.
I felt well deserving of warm home-made bread with butter of course after that exercise, 
but when are we not deserving of home made bread. It’s my Achilles heal, I have to say!
