It is early morning at Babington house, the world outside is foggy. I am sitting on my favourite pink sofa. I love to come work here. Lulu is curled up next to me. I didn’t forget her blanket this morning, so she is lying up on the window sill. My tea is steamy, and I ordered a croissant.
The fire is gently burning. I should be in heaven.
But instead, the…