There is something incredibly, deliciously hygge about bringing your toddler back from the playground with chilly hands, rosy cheeks, windswept hair and muddy boots.

The heating isn’t on, but away from the chilly wind, the house is warm and welcoming. You hang up your coats, pull off his tiny mittens and welly boots, and put on the kettle. This is very exciting to a one year old. You pick up the red, yellow and brown leaves that you have tracked into the hall. With a toddler’s delight for experimentation, J takes a leaf and crushes it in his hand over and over. What is going through that little head? He beams up at me.

The kettle clicks off and it’s time for tea, a sit down and… oh J has other ideas. He wants to take your hand and run from room to room, then get the hoover out- he’s insistent- then climb the stairs, only to come back down, and round and round the house we go for hours after he should be napping. Ah c’est la vie. At least autumn is here.