Mabel sat up this morning and asked, with a huge sigh, "When will Daddy get back?" Dash packed up a Father's Day package of his own making yesterday and put it waiting on the sideboard where B will see it as soon as he comes in the door.
I think we missed him, for six days and five nights. We're a reasonably well-oiled machine without him - I even caught the trash collection this morning - and there might be a bit less friction regarding certain people getting dressed in a timely fashion, but there's less laughter too.
And I have to admit I'm looking forward to staying in bed a bit longer of a morning. I'm just not sure if I get to start that tomorrow, or if I have to give the traveller a day's grace.