Morning! Kellie here. I hope everyone has had a lovely Easter break. Most of us are well and truly back to mundanity but, on the bright side, there’s only a few more days until the schools reopen and the shackles of unassisted parenthood loosen…slightly. I was in Dublin on Good Friday, making the most of some down time. I’ve always romanticised big cities. I’m not quite sure why I do that – I just do. Whilst I was busy romanticising Dublin on a bright and sunny Friday afternoon, I fell into people watching. I could waste hours watching people toing and froing. I imagine their days, their lives, their homes, what they eat for breakfast and where they hang out in the evenings. Do they have friends, family? Are they happy?I then fell into thinking about whether anyone had ever ‘people watched’ me? If so, what did they see? Did they get it right or did they imagine a life for me entirely different to the one I have? As I was thinking, I noticed a pattern. When I people watch, the lives I imagine are never sad or lonely, nor are they extravagant or luxurious. They are humble, run-of-the-mill everyman lives, happy and full. Maybe there’s something in that… or maybe I just think too much.