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Mindfulness and hot chips

These are the stories I'd tell you if you sat next to me at playgroup 👀☕
(Guest starring my children – Poppet m/5, Pickle m/4 and Peach f/1)

Peach and I had a lovely day together on Monday, doing what we always do on a Monday – going to the play centre, eating food devoid of nutrition, running around without socks on (her) and catching up with the other mums (me.) It was what we always do and yet, with it being a brand new day, it was different. Because every day is different, even if the itinerary is the same.

I can’t drive. Took lessons when I was 17 and then again when I was 28, will probably take them again soon if I can convince someone to take me (please, teach me, I BEG OF YOU), but I never passed my test. This is a bugbear of my husband’s and, honestly, of my own. It’s frustrating not having this mode of transport available to me, and it's tempting, sometimes, to think that time with my children is being stripped of something vital because that time should be filled with experie…