So here we are in sunny southwest Portugal, and some days it is all laughter and relaxing, basking in winter warm sunshine, curling up with a purring cat reading a book, after a leisurely morning stroll, collecting our very own free range eggs and picking homegrown fresh veg.
Other days it’s like – OMG – is that really my teenage son hurtling down the hill in the old bathtub towards a giant eucalyptus tree, when the nearest A+E is a 2 hour drive away??
Yes, some days are blissful and I can’t believe how lucky I am.
And then there are some days we are just plain lucky to survive.