Craving normality

24.06.12.



This morning I woke up feeling pleasingly un-hungover and more than a little smug about my decision to bring my evening to an early close. I was however, craving some normality - the mundane, the banal, the everyday. I volunteered with enthusiasm to do the Waitrose run. I relished sitting down to lunch with my boys, despite the fact that Dexter creates an almighty mess - as demonstrated above. I even embraced blocks, books and Beebies with the boy.

I am a firm believer in the idea of the special times in life being balanced with the humdrum of everyday existence. That way, both are highlighted as glorious in their own way, and I like just feeling, well... normal.