There is housework. It is a wasteland of toys and mess and unmade beds.
There is tea. Big steaming mugs of tea.
There is toast with homemade marmalade, a current go to comfort food.
There is a northerly wind whooshing around the outside of the house.
There is a dog waiting patiently to be taken out for her morning constitutional.
There is another novel, the pages waiting to be turned.
There is a Mum who doesn't really know what to do with her teenage boy.
There is a teen so full of anger and self loathing, who lashes out in the worst kind of way.
There is a five year old trying his best to be all grown up.
There is a washing machine that never seems to stop.
There is a husband that has already left for another week away from home.
There is a house in need of some tlc.
There is life. Big, fat, lovely, shitty life.
There is a horrid feeling of wading through treacle.
There is some kind of gauntlet being thrown at me.
There is a need to gather in and love fiercely.
There is a need to step back, and let others take charge.
There are changes afoot.
There is quiet unease.
There is a desire to hide under the duvet.
There is anxiety.
There is a real need for peace, harmony and family unity.