Blurry eyed I lean against the kitchen counter and sip the hot tea I just made. In my chequered pyjamas which are too tight I feel the buttons straining around my large tits that are heading south since turning forty.

With my son William still in bed as he doesn't have to get up for about an hour I can eat something and get his lunch ready for school. Sliding my hand through my unwashed curly blonde hair I remember I need to colour it.