• Waking up as Jesse slid into bed with us.
• Longing for a little more sleep.
• Reluctantly heading downstairs.
• Sipping tea on the sofa.
• Making porridge for the children’s breakfast.
• Tucking into a fried egg sandwich.
• Agonising over the final layout for our family photo gallery wall.
• Spending almost three hours hanging pictures.
• Stepping back to admire our handiwork.
• Shedding a few happy tears. I hadn’t realised just how much I missed having a photograph of my dad on display.
• Heating up leftovers for lunch.
• Jumping in the shower.
• Pulling on my {current} favourite polka dot dress.
• Applying copious amounts of eye-liner.
• Slowly walking through the park.
• Relishing the winter sunshine.
• Popping inside a nearby church to browse their Christmas craft fair.
• Treating the children to a bag of roasted chestnuts from a stall outside our local greengrocers.
• Munching away on them as we wandered back through the park.
• Pausing to visit the playground.
• Looking on as the children spun each other round on the roundabout.
• Snapping photos amidst fallen leaves in the glorious golden light.
• Retreating back to the house for steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a quick snooze on the sofa.
• Preparing a vegetarian version of a sausage and cider casserole. Perfect winter fare.
• Waving off Mr. LA as he headed out to an industry thing.
• Sitting down to dinner with the kids.
• Reading Jesse a story and tucking him into bed.
• Watching the end of Miss Potter with Izzy. I’ll admit the film is pretty awful, but I loved seeing my little girl so enthralled by the story.
• Pouring myself a glass of wine and snacking on maltesers.
• Sending Izzy to bed and settling down to an evening of back-to-back 90s rom coms.
• Waiting up for Mr. LA.
• Drifting off to sleep a little after midnight.
• Trying to ignore Jesse when came in around 7am.
• Giving up and heading downstairs.
• Sleepily nursing a mug of tea while the children watched The Wizard of Oz.
• Eating scrambled egg on toast.
• Lingering in the shower.
• Slipping on a pair of clean pyjamas.
• Helping the children fill our new bird feeders with peanuts and suet balls.
• Smiling as my tiny twitchers parked themselves beside the window, their binoculars poised in anticipation, desperate to catch a glimpse of the birds that will surely flock to our garden as soon as word gets out.
• Tucking into a fish finger sandwich for lunch.
• Seeing Izzy off as she headed to her drama class with her dad.
• Filling the freezer with mince pies. Nigella’s star-topped to be precise.
• Plotting and planning food and drink for a festive gathering we’re having in a few weeks.
• Sorting laundry and washing uniform.
• Joining Jesse in a game of Kerplunk.
• Snuggling on the sofa for a while.
• Making roast potatoes to accompany pie and a mountain of green veg.
• Delivering the meal to the table just as the others arrived.
• Drowning my food in gravy.
• Eating too much.
• Coaxing the children into their PJs.
• Reading bedtime stories and giving good night kisses.
• Craving an early night.
• Planning to park myself on the sofa for the rest of the evening.

Love Audrey xxx