Finally. I’m on my own. I have a cup of tea in my blue and white floral patterned mug and two digestive biscuits on a non-matching but equally as pretty plate. I’ve just set a timer for one hour. After opening my laptop and starting a new page, my husband took my picture, fingers hovering over the keyboard. I barked at him to “Go away!” He complied. Oh, and I’ve sworn off social media for the next 59 minutes.
You see, I’m starting a new habit tonight: I’m writing.