Cursing the 20 mins of my life I would never get back, I admitted defeat, unplugged the curlers and went to remind my children for the 74th billionth time to brush their teeth. I had blindly led myself into the comparison trap.

We know the feeling well, so accustomed are we to it. It leaves un-drunk cups of tea, unshaved legs and unread books in its wake. The feeling that we must be all things to all people...but ourselves it seems.

'So?' I asked the children, what did you think? 'I liked it.' said my eldest...'It takes longer but it isn't as boring as the supermarket.' 'Can I have some Brighton bun? ' asked my youngest.