Scrumberly

This is me this morning, scrumberly. Nothing was going how I wanted, I wasn't feeling inspired, I was feeling fat, everything just felt a bit hard work.

I went to work, kids were great, they had pressies, fresh strawberries, flowers and drawings. It was like they knew. I was starting to smile by four thirty.

I had an hour and a half to spare before I met up with Hubby, a dress, a pair of shoes and three pairs of knickers later I was feeling much better. Who needs therapists when you have a visa card?