I HAD a little solo getaway last week. Properly alone. It was bliss. Bloke was working away, the kids went to Newcastle to visit grandparents and I went away to Edinburgh for a whole day and night.
Having been a parent for almost 13 years, and with Bloke for even longer, I’d sort of forgotten what a joy total independence can be. On a train, alone, with a book, and headphones. Luxury.
I browsed shops for seven, mad, selfish, uninterrupted hours (usually I hate shopping). I tried on clothes, drank posh coffee in a park and pootled around an art gallery.
Solitude. I’d heartily recommend it.