Mummy's Coffee Morning

Until very recently Christmas was my ultimate favourite time of year. The entire season filled me with so much overwhelming fizzy excitement that at times I struggled to physically contain it and simply burst with festive cheer. The feeling always begins around about mid September with the gradual arrival of Autumn. The trees begin to shine with a vast array of jewel like leaves and the landscape becomes a glorious golden display of mother natures most glorious colour palette, I gaze endlessly at the view unable to walk anywhere without looking up in wonder at the enchanting leaves or scrunching my boots through the technicolour debris.  The warm summery smells of cut grass and sun baked earth surrender themselves to the deep earthy scents and woody acrid smells of leaf mulch and bonfires, a wild and more natural smell. I begin to feel the wild stirring within as I inhale deeply on misty autumn mornings or scrunch my way through woody pathways, I feel completely connected to nature

It's 5pm, I'm frazzled. It's late November and I have only been properly back at work since September after a frighteningly fast maternity leave but it's the longest term of the year and I'm stressed. Work is stressful, being a working mum is even more stressful, being a working mum who yffers from anxiety and PCOS is, at times almost unbearable. We have just arrived home after running about here there and everywhere to stock up on boring household cleaning products  and other paraphernalia such as toilet roll and scented candles, we also stopped by the shops to pick up our weekly food shop despite this we still picked up take away as neither of us could face cooking. I gather up as many bags as I can, including the warm carrier bag containing our dinner, I can't face having to traipse back out again to do another trip up the stairs so I'm determined to do it in one. My Husband gaps a few bits and I take my son's hand loosely. He has been getting more