• Waking up with the rotten virus that had been plaguing me all week. What started off as a cold, morphed into a horrible sinus thing that left me feeling completely wiped out.
• Sipping tea on the sofa beneath a blanket.
• Watching Hook and waking up very slowly.
• Somehow mustering up the energy to make pancakes for breakfast.
• Chatting to my mum on the phone.
• Hoping the rain would pass.
• Coaxing the children into their clothes.
• Loving the sight of Izzy in her new yellow jeans and stripy tee.
• Seeing off Carl, his brother and the children at the door as they headed into town for an adventure without me.
• Trying to decide whether to work or rest. Work won.
• Writing 2500 words {that I know will need rewriting tomorrow}.
• Skipping lunch.
• Popping painkillers.
• Slipping a joint of pork into the oven.
• Curling up on the sofa for a nap.
• Listening to the children’s account of their day when they piled in through the front door, exhausted but happy.
• Watching Izzy read quietly in the wigwam.
• Listening to Jesse play with his Lego.
• Diving into the shower and changing into fresh PJs.
• Mixing up a huge bowl of homemade coleslaw.
• Pulling the pork.
• Adding fresh mint and chilli as Carl snaffled crackling from the plate. In case you’re curious, I followed this recipe.
• Eating too much.
• Putting the children to bed.
• Collapsing on the sofa, drinking cocktails and watching a scary movie. Mama was good, but the ending left a lot to be desired.
• Heading to bed and hoping I’d feel better in the morning.
• Waking up as Jesse climbed in beside me.
• Dragging myself downstairs.
• Drinking tea and organising Izzy ahead of another long day of rehearsals. No one said being a theatre brat would be easy.
• Nominating Carl for the early morning drama class drop off.
• Feeling marginally more human.
• Relishing a long, hot shower.
• Realising how much I’d missed wearing makeup while I was poorly.
• Sorting laundry.
• Stepping out into the sunshine and strolling to the bus stop.
• Meeting Carl in town and wandering towards St Nicks.
• Soaking up the fun at Make Sunday Special.
• Looking on as Jesse constructed an elaborate imaginary rocket ship using the materials provided by Bristol Children’s Scrapstore.
• Enjoying the juggler.
• Eating lunch at Cosy Club. Incredible setting, but I had a disappointing burger. Everyone else enjoyed their food, so I’ll be giving it another chance before I pass judgement. I have a feeling I simply ordered the wrong thing, if you know what I mean.
• Saying goodbye to Carl’s brother and heading off to collect Izzy.
• Taking a detour via The White Company to stock up on my latest scent obsession. Their Seychelles collection is currently making my home smell like an expensive summer house in the Caribbean. I adore it.
• Retrieving Izzy from her drama class, catching the bus back to St George and hanging out in the park for half an hour.
• Slowly making our way back to the house.
• Pottering in the kitchen while the children had a splash about in the yarden.
• Wishing Carl didn’t have to leave for London.
• Sitting outside with a cup of tea.
• Enjoying a brief moment of peace while the children were engrossed in something on the TV.
• Cooking and eating butternut squash and baby pak choi curry.
• Almost dropping my camera in the dinner while attempting to take photos of it.
• Messing up the rice that was supposed to go with it. I swear it’s the most difficult thing to cook in the world.
• Throwing the children into the bath and scrubbing them clean.
• Listening to Jesse read.
• Giving goodnight kisses.
• Wishing there was some chocolate in the house.
• Helping Izzy with her homework.
• Writing this blog post and wondering how to spend my evening.

Love Audrey xxx