When I was driving home from the shops, I saw a woman sitting on a park bench, drinking a takeaway coffee and watching her dog run around.

My perception of that woman’s situation gave me a little pang of regret.

It would be nice to be able to go out, free of little entanglements, and just relax on a park bench while consuming an overpriced beverage.

Even if I go out without the girls, I’ve always got Brioni’s next feeding time on my mind. I have to think about where the washing is (in regards to the weather), what’s in the fridge for dinner, who’s due for a sleep, a drink or a meal, and whether I can get my errands done in time to return to my shackles.

Give me a nine-to-five job any day! (We still haven’t decided if I’ll go back, but here’s hoping…)