Mornings

We're not very good at mornings in this house.

Our bedroom is never the tranquil space it should be, and always sloth like until at least midday when I may have made the bed, tidied away the tea mugs and thrown yesterdays clothes in the washing basket. Not quite Tracey Emin but my unmade bed all the same

I shall get over this by going to do some exercise, sun is shining - if it weren't for my mild hangover would be a perfect day!