• Waking up feeling refreshed after the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages. I went to bed at 10.30pm on Friday and the children slept until almost 8am. Bliss.
• Knocking back a quick cup of tea and jumping in the shower.
• Pulling on jeans and a sweater. Where did the sunshine go?
• Tucking into scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast.
• Coaxing the children into their clothes.
• Applying my makeup and blow drying my hair.
• Greeting the carpenter at the door. He spent the day installing some made-to-measure shelves in the alcove above Izzy’s desk. Finally, after almost 10 months, she’ll be able to unpack her books.
• Prepping for a day trip.
• Wishing Carl didn’t have to stay at home and work.
• Watching a brief hailstorm through the window.
• Waiting for a taxi to the station.
• Panicking when said taxi failed to arrive on time.
• Arriving at Temple Meads with just enough time to buy a bunch of flowers for Jesse’s Godmother.
• Smiling at the sight of him clutching the bouquet as if his life depended on it.
• Meeting my uncle at Chippenham station.
• Chatting as he drove the three of us to his home in Calne.
• Hugging my aunt and cousins as we piled in through the front door.
• Sipping Pimms.
• Greeting my parents and my sister when they arrived a little after we did.
• Catching up with my cousin, Amy, who is visiting from her home in Australia.
• Watching the clouds clear to reveal blue skies and sunshine.
• Listening to the children playing outside in the garden.
• Enjoying a buffet lunch. My aunt had put on an incredible spread.
• Deciding to wander into Calne to watch the carnival.
• Listening to a choir sing in the sunshine.
• Letting he children pick a ride each at the fun fair.
• Marvelling at just how fearless Izzy is.
• Heading back to the high street in time to catch the parade.
• Getting caught in a torrential downpour. One minute we were basking in the warmth of the sun, the next we were soaked to the skin, cowering beneath a rickety gazebo while the Samba dancers carried on regardless.
• Making a dash for the house with Jesse on my back.
• Getting very, very wet in the process.
• Peeling off our sodden clothes and attempting to dry off as best we could.
• Devouring afternoon tea. I was in lemon drizzle heaven.
• Travelling to the station to catch the train home.
• Comforting Izzy who really didn’t want to leave. Neither did I really.
• Jumping in a taxi back to the house.
• Saying hello to my brother-in-law who had arrived while we were out.
• Dashing upstairs to admire the carpenters handiwork. Seriously, sensible storage solutions are the way to my heart.
• Collapsing on the sofa and letting Carl put the children to bed.
• Drinking mojitos in my pyjamas.
• Ordering takeout.
• Watching an episode of Lost before calling it a night.
• Sleeping in.
• Dragging myself downstairs.
• Sipping tea and waking up very, very slowly.
• Making pancakes for breakfast.
• Taking a long shower.
• Slipping into my favourite Roman Holiday inspired skirt.
• Eventually heading into town with Izzy.
• Pausing to snap a few photos when we cut through the park.
• Shopping for Izzy’s summer sandals.
• Treating her to a new frock. She fell for this Tropical Tank Dress as soon as she saw it.
• Meeting up with the boys and popping to Giraffe for lunch while Izzy was at her drama class.
• Really enjoying my falafel burger and sweet potato fries.
• Sensing that I have a summer cold brewing. Just what I need.
• Taking the bus home alone.
• Squeezing in an hour or so of work before everyone else got back.
• Fixing the children beans on toast for supper.
• Making a start on a seared salmon nicoise salad for the grownups.
• Dunking the kids in the bath.
• Letting Carl’s brother read Jesse his bedtime story.
• Drinking tea and writing this blog post.
• Planning a lazy evening and a late supper.

Love Audrey xxx