Time with friends is really important

Coffee with a friend on Sunday morning gave me a now unusual opportunity to talk about myself for a while (mind you, isn't this a chance to talk about myself?). The combination of too much caffeine and opening my heart led to an hours frantic hoovering, tears sitting at the top of the stairs, a long walk on a grey afternoon and more digging at the allotment. When I got home I was so tired I couldn't talk and, as I wasn't even sure what I wanted to say, I went quiet for a while.
Being such a noisy beast this caused much consternation for my beloved husband so last night I tried to articulate my need to have some time with him and Scarlett, just pottering around and doing stuff. All of this handing her over and both working as much as possible to make ends meet was not how we intended to parent, or live.
So my coffee with a friend (and some really nice muffins) led to a good chat and a plan was made to have a day a month as a family.

At the gym last night I ran for ten minutes. Running and I have a love-hate relationship. I love to think I could run a marathon but when I am running I hate it so until I say I can run 5 miles on the road, don't take this too seriously - but please raise a glass to the strength of my pelvic floor.

Today I realised just how long you can manage (and still function beautifully) on a bowl of stewed apple for breakfast. I didn't even feel hunger until 1.30 .... 1.30!!!!