Lily has a routine and she sticks to it no matter what. She paws my face and failing to get a reaction, does it a second time but with her claws out. I hide under the covers, but she just steps right up, literally standing on my face. What about that?

But I can see the sunlight on the deck through the duvet and the promise of a perfectly sunny winter’s day is enough reason to get up (grudgingly) at 7:30am, cat or no cat on top of my face.

I go upstairs and spy the kettlebells. Mmm, maybe later (sore) alligator.

Need to eat and remember that I have those protein oats. I assemble a bowl with banana, berries and granola. I arrange all the components around it and take a photo thinking, well, will you look at that? So social-media worthy..hmmmmm.

Three minutes and 10 seconds later in the microwave, the bowl is a bubbling slate-grey sludge that probably resembles the surface of an alien planet.

But looks aren’t everything, if you don’t know that yet.

I dig into the oats and it’s warm, comforting and delicious.