THE last time I didn't have a job was 13 years ago and even then I was in full-time employment.

Quite frankly, the last three weeks since I started maternity leave have been something of a revelation.

How on Earth did I ever fit work into my life?

Before I finished, on New Year's Eve, I was quite apprehensive and imagined I'd be climbing the walls with boredom.

But after a few days finding my feet in this strange new world without alarm clocks and deadlines, I'm somehow busy every day.

I now have no idea how I'll have time for the baby when she eventually arrives, let alone how I'll fit work back in to my life next year.

I mean - how's a girl supposed to work her way through the Richard and Judy Book Club list when she's got to go out and do a 9-5 at the same time?

So now my days begin with a lie-in followed by a quick swim at the local pool.

Then it's back home for the arduous task of making breakfast and watching a couple of episodes of Downton Abbey (thank you very much, Sky box sets).

Then at some point the Kindle might come out (as well as a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit or two) before 'socialising time' takes place in the afternoon.

Then it's back home to watch some Grey's Anatomy or carry on with some art projects for the baby's bedroom, which is looking more and more 'Pinterest' every day.

By the time Smithy gets home I'm exhausted.

"You should be taking it easy!" he insists, when he finds me halfway up a pair of ladders changing a light fitting.

"Ah don't worry, I'll be done in a few minutes - then I'm going shopping with some of the girls!"

He rolls his eyes...then tells me he'd like his tea on the table when he gets in from work.

"Nice try but I'm far too busy," I tell him. "My nail varnish collection won't rearrange itself!"

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go.

I have a very busy day ahead finding out whether Lady Mary will ever marry the lovely Matthew.

Work...what's that again?