I played on the floor with my sweet baby girl, trying to get her to crawl. She can push herself backwards on her tummy with ease in the lounge and the kitchen is so close to moving forwards. Her dimples and giggles make my heart sing.
I miss the din of the school run as both boys had been invited to their friends' houses for tea. I felt redundant and listless.
Normal service resumed at 7 with a full house of noise, then bed, quiet and a lovely meal of spaghetti with prawn and chorizo and a glass of the last bottle of Virgin red and Mr Gherkin.