I’m sitting on my bed in my dressing gown. It’s 10am and rather warm. An all too familiar clank-clank starts over in the corner and I realised that Chicklet has found the cat’s metal water bowl. Splashing sounds then mark his little hands playing and soon it will stop. The bowl has been upturned and a mini lake is now forming on my bedroom floor.

I think I should care about this, but all that passes through my mind is that I’m glad he’s found a way to cool down that doesn’t involve me getting off the bed.

Yup, I am well and truly in the slummy mummy category.