10am. The house is quiet. Doctor Who is on the tv and I’m in my bed, comfy and slow and feeling sleepy.

The school run was relatively painless, I took my oldest shopping at the new home bargains. We had a giggle. Now we’re home and not back out until time to pick up my littlest. The bank holiday weekend was so busy and productive; we got so much done. I didn’t get the chance to go down as I was so busy. I took the opportunity and ran with everything I had. Now, I can relax. For a little bit anyway.

I decided to sleep, but I’m not sleeping. I’m revelling in this peace. It’s lovely. The sun is shining, the house is peaceful and im at rest. I’m taking it one day at a time.