This morning, I sat at the PC figuring out a sudoku problem, simultaneously sipping a milky coffee and eating a jam doughnut (I promise I brushed out the sugar from the keyboard afterwards).

The day was mine – with Akra Jr at school and Li’l Bhaji at his one-day-a-week nursery visit, Friday is my much coveted “day off”. Of course, there is the ever present mile-long to do list, but I wasn’t particularly motivated to start any of it.

The sun is streaming through the windows, a slight breeze stopping it becoming oppressive – the quintessential perfect day. It’s my little mundane microcosm of luxury… I love it.

I’m painfully aware though that it’s almost at an end. Oh, I know today is almost over – I’ll need to pick up Akra Jr from school in a little under an hour and a half (and the to do list is only half done, argh!), but my Fridays off are also in their final days.

In just a few short weeks, the summer holidays will be here, and while I’ll enjoy having Fridays as my sole Akra Jr/Mummy time, I’ll sneakily miss my coffee and doughnut (even though it’s admittedly rather rubbery and tasteless – well what do you expect for 10p from Tescos?!) and the chance to have an uninterrupted thought for a moment or two.

Once September starts, Li’l Bhaji will be starting at a sessional nursery for a few afternoon sessions a week – I’ll still get some “childfree” time, but not that regular luxurious stretch of a whole day, probably never again.

It’s the end of an era. Nothing stays the same for long. I’m enjoying the changes, I’m looking forward to the next milestones, but I’m going to miss this little island of solitude at the end of the week.

I’m going to miss the luxury of time.