It’s Sunday morning and the children are playing happily together. I seize the moment and disappear upstairs with my husband…
There is a knock at the door and I grab my dressing gown. “Leave it”, my husband says. “They’ll think we’re out”.
The knocking continues and I hear my three year old shouting through the letterbox;
“Mummy and Daddy are in bed, so I can’t answer the door”.
I have no idea which of my friends, neighbours or colleagues now knows me to be a Sunday Morning Slut.