I would roll around in bed with my babies in the mornings.
I would grow my own flowers and vegetables.
I would master the home-made curry.
I would make nettle soup again.
I would have the zen-est house, without piles of paper-work and lonely, outgrown toys.
I would paint.
I would paint my walls.
I would drink cocktails with my friends in the afternoons.
I would learn yoga and meditation.
I’d borrow a dog and walk with it. And keep chickens.
Or I could work more.