The alarm went off at six, because it always does. My precious writing hour. It used to be my only writing hour, between six and seven in the morning.
But today I just – didn’t. I was going to. Then I was going to get up at seven, get the kids to school. Be a mum.
But today I just – didn’t. I didn’t even ask Mr HB if he could deal with them (he never asks me!). I just stayed in bed, and he got the message. I would normally wake when he got up, then stay awake.
But today I just – didn’t. I went back to sleep, and only woke up when the ‘have you got your coats?’ reached the top of its crescendo. Then my favourite, special feeling – how the house fills, settles, feels, once everyone leaves for school.