And so, I found myself with some alone time this weekend. And I had PLANS, you guys. I moved my laptop into the living room where I planned to write while watching television and eating Doritos for breakfast. Neil was playing in a Go tournament (which he still insists isn’t actually chess), and Isla was spending the day at my Dad’s. Everyone thought I needed kid-free, husband-free time, so I found myself tooling about the house on my own at…
I used to be really good at being alone. When I was single, I was perfectly happy to stay in by myself with only ice-cream, popcorn and my collection of Sandra Bullock movies for company. True story. I would dance and sing around my living-room. One particular Saturday night, I did all of that while drinking Baileys from a pint glass. That was special. OK, maybe that night I wasn’t all that happy to be alone. My point is this.…

