Working away from home as much I do, I’ve become used to living out of hotel rooms and I’ve become very comfortable with my own company.
I tend to be quite a tidy person too, keeping my room spic and span. Were it not for my holdall tucked into the wardrobe area and my washbag on the bathroom shelf, you’d hardly know I was there. As a result, it takes the maid no longer than three minutes to do my room – I know this because I surreptitiously timed her once… yes, it was a very dull morning.
And I’ve got myself into a routine when I get back from work. A routine that involves tea and biscuits; a Kindle; my laptop; dinner; a couple of DVDs and whatever nerdy project I’m currently working on. That generally sees me right through till sleepy time.
But, this week – being school half-term – Mrs Masher has come down with the kids to stay with me for a couple of days.
In my room.
Of course, it’s really lovely having them there.