This morning I awoke before the crack of dawn, left a sleeping Mr B cosily snuggled up in bed, and dragged my sorry bottom towards the bathroom to shower. Having craftily managed to avoid the squeaky floorboard DIRECTLY in front of the bathroom door I managed to shower and dress and almost dry my hair before the taxi arrived to whisk me off to the train station without waking the boy. Phew. It was 5:30am. What was I doing up and about at 5:30am WITHOUT a screaming child attached to my hip I hear you ask. I was heading for THAT LONDON. The incredibly unsociable time being necessitated by the ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.