• Waking up alone. Mr. LA has been working away since Thursday.
• Feeling grateful that the children had slept until almost 8am.
• Letting them crawl into bed with me for some cuddles.
• Heading downstairs for a cup of tea.
• Enjoying a slow start to the day.
• Tucking into a steaming hot bowl of porridge topped with dried cranberries.
• Stealing ten minutes to myself in the shower.
• Coaxing the children into their clothes.
• Pulling on a favourite frock and thick black tights.
• Relishing the sight of some winter sunshine and bright blue skies.
• Loving my shiny new Kate Spade iPhone case, c/o Three.
• Fixing the children a picnic lunch to be eaten indoors while they watched TV.
• Heating up leftovers for myself.
• Sending Izzy off to a birthday party.
• Baking sugar cookies with Jesse.
• Watching him play with his Lego.
• Sneaking upstairs for an important Skype call.
• Managing 45 minutes of uninterrupted grown up conversation.
• Pottering in the kitchen and catching up on laundry.
• Making butternut squash and thyme risotto.
• Sipping white wine as I patiently stirred the stock into the rice.
• Welcoming Izzy home just as dinner was ready.
• Eating too much.
• Treating the children to a few episodes of Charlie and Lola before tucking them into bed.
• Pouring myself another glass of wine.
• Watching Parkland, a fascinating movie about the assassination of JFK that focuses on the hospital where he was treated immediately after the shooting.
• Wearily heading upstairs to bed.
• Reading a few pages of Mrs Hemmingway* before drifting off to sleep. I’m very much enjoying this book so far, it’s beautifully written.
• Missing Mr. LA.
• Waking up as Jesse clambered into bed beside me.
• Lingering beneath the covers for as long as the children would let me.
• Finally following them downstairs for breakfast.
• Wishing I’d remembered to buy eggs.
• Gradually getting ready to face the day.
• Craving some adult conversation.
• Riding the bus into town.
• Really feeling the cold. I don’t have a lot of love for this time of year, roll on spring I say.
• Watching the swans on the water down at the harbourside.
• Stopping in at The Stable for lunch.
• Indulging in a cheeky glass of cider.
• Jumping on another bus to Clifton.
• Chasing the children across the downs.
• Taking a million photos in the golden afternoon light.
• Depositing Izzy at her drama class.
• Killing time in Starbucks.
• Walking back up Whiteladies Road just as the sun was setting on the horizon.
• Making a mad dash for the bus as soon as we’d collected Izzy.
• Trying to stop Jesse nodding off to sleep as we slowly made our way home.
• Fixing the children scrambled eggs on toast for their tea while they frolicked together in the shower.
• Digging deep in order to find the energy to put them to bed.
• Making myself a cup of tea and sitting down to write this post.
• Planning to tidy the kitchen and then collapse into bed.

Love Audrey xxx

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