My littlest has started nursery for a few hours a week signalling the first time that I will have time to myself for years!
Not a Good Start:
In my head I envisioned myself cleaning the house from top to bottom and producing masterpieces of artistic wonder.
In reality, the dog weed on the conservatory floor, I had an argument with a neighbour and finished the morning off by falling in spectacular style on my front drive. Unfortunately I was carrying a bin bag of rubbish which split as I face planted into it.
Perhaps today will be a bit more productive and a little less humiliating.