• Trying to persuade Jesse to go back to sleep until the sun came up.
• Lingering beneath the covers for as long as possible.
• Dragging myself downstairs for a cup of tea.
• Snuggling on the sofa with the children while we all waited for Mr. LA’s brother to surface. He’s been staying with us for the last week.
• Grabbing a quick breakfast and jumping in the shower.
• Pulling on a frock, black opaques and my beloved Lotta clogs. They’re rarely off my feet and I’m already planning my next purchase.
• Riding the bus into town.
• Slowly making our way up Park Street.
• Popping into the Music Room to buy a songbook for Izzy. She’s just started learning the guitar and so far she’s really enjoying it.
• Stopping for lunch at Gourmet Burger Kitchen. So much love for their Camemburger. And the sweet potato fries. And the baconnaise.
• Eating too much.
• Continuing up the hill to Bristol Museum and Art Gallery.
• Trailing after the children as they rushed from room to room, marvelling at dinosaurs, exotic animals and curious rocks and minerals.
• Listening to them both chatter about the paintings and sculptures on display. This was actually the first time Jesse showed any interest in the art galleries and I really enjoyed hearing his take on things.
• Popping to a few shops before meandering back to the harbourside.
• Dodging the crowds as we strolled past the market stalls.
• Waiting patiently for a bus.
• Doing my best to ignore Jesse as he threw a tantrum that involved rolling around on the floor and whinging loudly.
• Feeling sleepy all the way home.
• Collapsing on the sofa.
• Drinking tea and waiting for our online shop to be delivered.
• Packing groceries away while the children played.
• Cooking and eating Asian Style Salmon and Noodle Broth.
• Wrestling the children into the bath.
• Reading Jesse a few chapters from The Twits*. Oh how we love Roald Dahl!
• Sipping wine as the men agonised over which film to watch.
• Giving up on Sinister half way through. Not my cup of tea at all.
• Falling into bed around midnight.
• Waking up to early morning cuddles from Jesse.
• Drifting in and out of sleep.
• Eventually making my brother-in-law a birthday breakfast while Mr. LA wrapped his presents.
• Waking the birthday boy and tucking into Nutella French Toast Roll Ups.
• Spending most of the morning in the kitchen.
• Discovering Pushkin Press via an interview on BBC Radio 6. I’ll be ordering Izzy The Letter for the King*. It sounds fabulous.
• Making scrumble {again} with windfall apples from my neighbours garden.
• Cooking up a huge pot of chicken, sausage and prawn jambalaya.
• Chatting and laughing our way through lunch.
• Lighting candles and singing happy birthday.
• Watching The Addams Family. The children had never seen it before and I’d forgotten how funny it is.
• Falling asleep on the sofa.
• Frantically finishing my chores when I realised the time.
• Making the children beans on toast for supper.
• Coaxing them into the bath.
• Reading bedtime stories and giving goodnight kisses.
• Feeling too lazy to cook.
• Munching on haribo and popcorn instead.
• Being banished to our bedroom so the men can watch Game of Thrones.
• Looking forward to curling up underneath my duvet and falling asleep very soon.

Love Audrey xxx

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