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.