I woke up at 7 am feeling surprisingly rested. I quickly dressed determined to help with the breakfast. I wasn’t sure Lee-Ann was planning on waking up - she was never a morning person and it didn’t help that she came home late. Plus it was Sunday, so no need to rush anywhere.

I went downstairs - the whole house was still asleep. I did a quick check to see what was in the fridge. Luckily, milk, eggs, and flour were staples here and they never run out. Partially because I made sure that I always bought them.

“Pancakes anyone?” I greeted cheerfully Toby and Daisy when they entered the kitchen yawning an hour later.

They sat down at the breakfast table, staring at me quite puzzled. After a moment of silence, Daisy said: “It’s Sunday 8 am.”

I nodded, as I put first two pancakes on each plate that was in front of them. “I know. So? Perfect day for pancakes. Now, drink your cocoa.” I pointed to the cocoa that I poured them.

I didn’t need to encourage them twice. Once the initial shock passed, they both started on the pancakes as if there were no tomorrow. I quickly glanced at the clock.

“With this speed, I think you might be interested in a second round,” I said and winked. I think at that moment I was their most beloved person in their whole universe. I bathed in the pure admiration that radiated from them. I even took out the Nutella that I normally kept for my own emergencies out of the cupboard for them to use as a spread. Children are sometimes so easy to bribe.

After the second round, I ushered them out of the house - kids need some time outdoors. I made them interested in playing football. I was sure that they would be joined by other children from the neighborhood once they were at the playground. If anything, they could watch Youtube outdoors and get their dose of vitamin D. I sat down at the kitchen table and ate more than my share of the pancakes. I still left a couple for Lee-Ann in case she were interested.

Before setting off to clean the house, I put some coffee into the machine and set it up so it was ready when Lee-Ann entered the kitchen. Indeed, she joined me a few minutes later. She looked around a bit disoriented, it was still way too early for her.

“What has just happened?” Lee-Ann looked still a bit asleep. She sat down as I poured her a mug of coffee.

“Pancakes. All world problems can be solved by pancakes. The problems that can’t be solved by pancakes are not worth worrying about. And then I sent them out to get a little dose of vitamin D,” I explained as I started to take out cleaning products to polish the kitchen to perfection. Lee-Ann looked at my gloves, her coffee, then her pancakes I managed to conveniently place in front of her. She was slowly waking up. She took a bite, then sipped her coffee. Her gaze became more focused.

“Would you care to elaborate?” She asked. I stopped mid move as I was trying to clean the window.

“What do you mean?” I turned to face her.

“Well, what if you sat down and had a coffee with me?”

“I am a bit busy.” I pointed to the half washed window that I started to be as she entered the room. Lee-Ann pointed to the place in front of her.

“Just sit down. Tell me what’s wrong. I am sure the window can stay unwashed for another 15 minutes. Who knows, maybe even an hour.” Wrong? I looked around and suddenly I saw what she had to see - me manically cleaning around, being all busy bee on a Sunday morning. Not really like me on my average day. I had to make a face because she nodded in agreement - I was way off.

“Plus, you didn’t even ask me about the date.” I smiled as I sit down with a coffee. Safe territory in sight, I decided to divert the focus to her.

“Well, as you said yesterday, it was not really a date, just a guy from the office. You know, the one you hardly go to,” pointing out she chose to work from home often.

Lee-Ann started to laugh. I didn’t need to ask more about the date, there was so positive vibe around her, it was obvious she had a good night. Plus she was really late yesterday.

“Maybe it is the time I go there more often.” She smiled entirely focused on her mug. This “someone from the office guy” had to be truly special. Lee-Ann hated the London commute as it meant less free time for her children, the main reason she had an au-pair and a home office.

I wished my life would be that simple, the main distraction in my life being to find the right guy.

“And what did you do to the kids?” She looked around.

What did I do? Did she know anything?

“I just sent them out for a bit. To get a bit of fresh air. Will be back for lunch," I reminded her about the vitamin D catching.

Lee-Ann looked impressed.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" She asked again and waited for a response. I just decided to stare blankly at her pretending that I didn't know what I meant.

“Don’t spend the whole day cleaning,” she said when it was clear that I wasn't going to talk and left for her room to read a book for a bit longer. After all, it was supposed to be a lazy Sunday. I looked around. I decided to clean around just a little, tiny bit.

Three hours later, the kitchen and the living room was positively cleaner and the windows washed. I didn’t vacuum clean as I didn’t want to make too much noise to disturb Lee-Ann. I felt positively ridiculous. This was definitively not like me.

It was time to go to the town centre. I picked up my handbag and keys and left.

The air outside was smelling sweet. I walked down the street and then I opted to walk by the Rye, enjoying the view of the large open park. I felt the grass was tempting me to take off the shoes and run through it. The autumn wanted to play and I was tempted. I wanted to bask in the sun. I stopped and breathed deeply. I closed my eyes, my hands wide open as if I wanted to hug the sun. I felt someone passing by. I quickly opened my eyes, I was not alone, but next to a busy road. Nothing came to my mind so pretended I was simply stretching. At least my quads got some action. I am not exactly a gym girl. It was a good idea to meet in the shopping centre. I sighed and walked quickly on - I don’t like to be late.