Home Alone

I'm having a holiday - I'm not abroad, or in a hotel, or a tent. I'm at home ON MY OWN for two full days. I've tidied, I've had lie-ins, hell, I've even just laid in bed catching up on reading blogs (annoyingly I'm nursing a bit of a cold - hence the bed theme and heinz tomato soup for lunch) I've done quite a few chores, I've gone shopping for me (this is amazing, normally when I go shopping I just end up buying things for Coco and Henry).

I needed this break from my children. I needed the silence that can be enjoyed when I don't have to listen to my own nagging voice that seems to have been in use a little too much recently.

Of course I miss them and I can't wait to see them again, but it's so good to just relax and do what I want to do when I want to do it. That is the definition of a holiday to me.