The past months one cannot seem to turn a page in a magazine or meet up with friends without somebody writing or talking about the wonders of colouring in.

Many of my adult girlfriends are confessing to owning and indeed enjoying colouring in a picture book. Have we really got to the stage where we find relaxing so difficult?

Joking aside, I must admit to loving the sticker books I used to do with my own daughter, who one day bored with the sticker book discipline decided to cover her father’s trainers in dinosaur stickers instead.

Is it we have forgotten how to dream, let go and play as we did as children free from the stresses of life?

Maybe we writers are lucky in that we use our writing to relax and as escapism.

Just off to sharpen my crayons…