This week started off well, as I finally got myself to the gym for the first time in ages.

Better late than never I say, but at least it was in January, which obviously makes all the difference.

Michael and I have decided this year we really want to pursue other hobbies, aside from work, and it is amazing how much renewed energy it gives you.

So, this week, Michael was back at Kingston College for his upholstery course and I booked myself in for a cello lesson.

Yes, I have decided to start playing the cello again and, this time around, try and practice.

You see, I used to play when I was at school, but my cello has been sat idly in the attic gathering dust and taking up valuable space.

Now, let us be honest, it is quite daunting taking on such a huge challenge, but it begs the question, why do we only throw ourselves into new experiences when we are little or when our parents forced us to?

I’m also thinking of joining an amateur dramatics society, or even a choir.

I will let you know how I get on, or if I am being a little over ambitious.

Apart from that, it has been all go. I have been horsey – carting the children round from room to room, dancing at every request to entertain them.

I attended a pub quiz (we came 11th out of 20, and my brain cells are still hurting) and I also managed to get my daughter to like having her hair combed.

Having afro hair has it pros and cons, and one of the cons is having a little one who runs as fast as Usain Bolt whenever she sees a brush or comb.

I remember my mum pulling my hair when I was young and hated it. The tears have slowly subsided though and she is just too cute with her hair in bunches.

Now all I need to do is find time to comb my own.