I had some wine last night. Not much just enough to relax me after a busy Saturday.

Only thing with wine is it makes me sleepy so I was in bed by 10.

Today is a misty Sunday. The garden is covered in a blanket of leaves, the trees still desperately hold on to the last few stragglers but soon there branches will be cold and naked.

The dog and cats follow me into the kitchen whilst I make me coffee.

All have different tactics to break me to feed them before my coffee.

Lola cry’s. Relentlessly knowing I’m sure how irritating it is. Following me back and forth almost tripping me up in her pursuit to get me to open her food cupboard.

Chloe sits, her dark eyes wide and sorrowful like she’s starving poised just waiting.

Lily the big one just stares at me trying to intimidate me with her wide green eyes.

The two smaller children are up. Bugger. Peace destroyed.

I hear the pitter patter of their feed and their squeaky voices straight to the tv they go. All snug in in oneseys and snuggly soaks.

The kitchen is a tip I fell asleep before cleaning it, I have lots of chores and my mind races with all the organising for the week.

But for now I sit and write and imagine someone somewhere reading my worlds and agreeing that their Sunday is the same as mine. x