As much as I love my children more than life itself, I can't help but feel a sense of peace come over me every evening as I pull the last bedroom door closed behind me.
For this is my time. Selfish perhaps.
Matthew's job means he is inevitably on the phone until 9 and beyond most nights, when he's home. Then it's our time. Sometimes we'll watch a movie, sometimes share a drink, catch up on the papers or have some time to talk.
Last night we made sausages.
Delicious, flavoursome, homegrown pork sausages.
Hundreds of them.