Over the summer we spent a week down at my brother-in-law’s in London, doing a bit of house- and kitten-sitting. Each morning I’d get up, feed the ravening balls of purr (never been fed EVER, uncle Dave, honest), make a cup of tea and go and sit on the back doorstep in the sunshine while the cats frolicked on the lawn.

It was really quite pleasant.

Today I realised that whilst my own two cats are no longer ravening balls of purr, there was nothing stopping me from doing the same. Ignoring the pile of washing up that needed to go in the dishwasher, I made a brew, perched myself on the front doorstep and just had ten minutes of peace and quiet.

Nice way to start the week.