Since experiencing some life changing things, mortal illness, bereavements etc., I seem to have lost that edginess.
A couple of weeks after my husband died, (alone) in the middle of the night, I heard a big crash in the house. The worst had happened as far as I was concerned and I turned over and went back to sleep. In the morning, I saw that a large Victorian oil painting had fallen to the floor in the sitting room. The old frayed string had finally given way.
Something which did make me wonder recently, again in the middle of the night, was the sound of people talking in the house. I got up and found the voices coming from the TV. No picture. My son had fixed up loudspeakers and I hadn’t turned them off, or something similar and they came on all of a sudden.
I like the noise of the freezer, dishwasher etc, living alone, it’s almost like something alive.