Someone I went to school with is playing at Coachella.

An old friend has been gracing the small and big screen for years now, rubbing shoulders with the great.

Sam and I like to play the game of spotting friends’ names in credits. Look at it there in black and white for all the world to see.

I’ve got friends who teach, friends who advocate, friends who save lives.

Many friends who can marry you, bury you, baptise your baby too.

Some friends who have travelled the world and lived for years overseas.

Friends who have set up businesses, have written books, have been on radio 1.

It’s easy to look at their big lives, their dreams being lived out, the amazing things they’ve achieved.

So easy to compare those lives to mine, where a day’s biggest achievement may be leaving the house.

While their days are full of meetings, dreams and scheming, my days are full of wiping noses, refereeing squabbles and making sandwiches.

I can get to the end of a day without speaking to a person outside my house. While their phones are pinging and ringing and emails are piling up.

But I know as I look at my little life, that I am living the dreams of some.

With my husband, my 3 kids and a house by the sea. Getting to stay at home and play, read my book and watch my littles grow.

So I’ll turn my eyes from those great achievers, say “good for them” and be so proud.

My gaze will rest on the tableau of toys, children, empty glasses and cushions.

For it’s this life I’ve been gifted, this life I love so much and I know I am blessed beyond belief.