Here we are with three of us at home.
Mummy is home for the duration. Thankfully I can still work.
Our little six-and-a-half year old is home with mummy.
Daddy is home three days a week.
The small human is in year two, so it’s Great Fire of London time.
Now we’re in I’ve bought week at a view diaries so we’re just like Samuel Pepys.
“I don’t want to be Samuel Pepys”, was a delightful reply.
I think I sold it by saying we’re in the middle of history right now.
We should write about our day-to-day experience.
It’s just gone 7am. Will my plan for exercise five times a day work?
Will I go insane (probably).
I don’t want to, but I bet I yell at least once today.
We decorated the front window yesterday. I hope it brings a bit of cheer.
I’m sure we’ll add to it. Maybe more flower and woodland creatures.
Daddy appeared at 7.15am complaining his alarm didn’t go off. I admire the discipline.
He’s wearing his work polo shirt, too.
Mummy powers 