In my head I have this wonderful cottage kitchen with the aroma of delicious things all coming from the direction of the range.
Chocolate cake and freshly baked bread, a kettle softly whistling waiting to fill the teapot warming by the hot plate.
A big dish of something simmering gently away on top, eager to feed hungry mouths at the end of a day where we all converge around a huge farmhouse table situated in the heart of the kitchen - eating, laughing and catching up on the events of the day.
A wholesome batch of impromptu scones just resting on the side all lined up neatly on the cake rack waiting to be adorned with rich and velvety melt in the mouth thick cream and homemade jam.
In my head I paint such a rosy picture.
The truth of the matter is we have no cream in the fridge or eggs in the pantry and with a day that's rainy grey and miserable the thought of trudging up to the shops is the last thing I want to do.
It's the coffee machine hissing angrily in the background not the kettle softly purring and dinner tonight will probably be something quick and easy like pasta - again - as we have a houseful today and my concentration barrier is wearing very thin.
We do however have jam. Freshly made strawberry and elderflower jam that has the kitchen smelling all lovely and sweet and the windows are steaming up with another batch on a rolling boil waiting to get to setting point.
All is not lost.
In my head I have this wonderful cottage kitchen and if I close my eyes at this very moment in time - that is exactly what I have.