No Doctor Who last night.
No good night kiss from Molly.
No late night chat when she pops to the toilet.
She was off for a sleepover at a friend's house. And as usual, the house without her was an empty, quiet place.
Of course, she's back in a couple of hours and all will return to blissful normality. But it's moments like this where I wonder how on earth I'll cope when she actually leaves home when she's all grown up.