Contentment

Friday night is a funny old thing. A few years ago I wouldn’t be seen dead at home until well after the pubs had closed. Today? Well today is a different kettle of fish.

I’ve finished all of my chores (apart from unloading the last lot of baby gear from the steriliser), got a nicely chilled nelson on the go, the stereo is playing the new Marillion album and I’m surfing this here intarweb. Which all adds up to my own version of bliss. You may think it’s sad – and you may well be right – but I’m happy, and that’s what counts.

Perhaps this could be the way we all celebrate England’s national day.