Why Mummy’s Stressed

Sadie stirred at the sound of the alarm. It couldn’t be morning yet, could it? She was deep in a lovely dream, where she had randomly bumped into Tom Hardy in the street and he had invited her to go for a cocktail with him and now she was sipping a Cosmopolitan (her subconscious seemed stuck in the early Noughties) and gazing soulfully into his eyes while he talked about his rescue dogs. Tom (he’d told Sadie to call him Tom) was just suggesting that she must come over to his fabulous film star house sometime and meet his dogs when the alarm started blaring and shattered this lovely illusion. Ugh.

‘Bye, darlings!’ said Sadie. ‘Love you! Have a good day!’ The children set off without so much as a backwards look

Sadie rolled over and groped for her phone. She had set her alarm to play Adele, crooning soothingly as she woke up, but one of her, not bought the CDs) at least three of Adele’s albums, not to mention Michael Bublé’s Christmas album!