My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My perfect day is constantly changing. Right now, it would be to lie around in a hammock reading with a portable phone and a table of food next to it. I would spend all day there. And that's all that I can possibly come up with on the spur of the moment.
My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.
My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee, eating porridge and reading the paper at a local cafe.
A good day is when no one shows up, and you don't have to go anywhere.
There isn't a spare minute in the day. I have spent my life doing everything. I work. I go home. I do the shopping. I cook. Then there's the laundry and the dog. Most of my life, I have been a working mother. And even when I wasn't, I still did it all.
Nothing is more satisfying to me than sitting in a dank room, hunched over a single flickering candle like Ebenezer Scrooge, and watching my ledgers fill themselves with ink.
My day is spent hiding from people.
An ideal day for me is a combination of a fun-exciting creative moment with work partners, some laughs and games with my kids, a good surf session, and great conversation with friends around a meal.
My favorite day is relaxing at home with family and friends.
When I think about my ideal free day, it usually involves going into London and sitting in a nice coffeehouse with cake and coffee, but I would probably still have my notebook in my pocket.