Near our home is the local cattery had a revamp and was named ‘pet hotel’. These lucky moggies get meals delivered to their ‘quarters’, regular gentle walks, and optional extras such as shampoo, extra blankets and catty chews before bed. I speed past this resort about four times a day on route to my kids various activities, usually with  kids praise music on full blast and the kids welding raisons to the upholstery to pass the time.

 On one particularly frantic excursion when I’d had to make a detour to recover a shoe "dropped" out of the window (yeh like I was born yesterday) I paused by the traffic lights and gazed longingly at the pet hotel. If only I could check myself in, order shampoo and extra blankets with nothing to disturb me for a couple of weeks other than a spot of gentle exercise and delivery of a few well earned treats. So mesmerised was I, by my pet hotel fantasy, that I failed to notice that all the kids were shrieking with delight lobbing their shoes out of the window.

Sheesh....