- Waking up as Jesse crept into our bedroom a little after 6am.
- Feeling groggy and tired. I’d had a rotten cold and it continued to bother me over the weekend.
- Tip-toeing downstairs so as not to disturb our guests who were asleep in the attic.
- Drinking tea and gradually beginning to feel a little more human.
- Laying the table for breakfast.
- Hanging my wet washing out to dry in the sun.
- Enjoying the sight of bright blue skies and fluffy white clouds overhead.
- Joining everyone else around the table and tucking into tea and toast while we discussed how we should spend the day.
- Grabbing a quick shower before pulling on a polka dot frock, navy blue tights and my favourite pair of clogs.
- Driving into town and parking up near Millennium Square.
- Bumping into some old friends in the multi-storey car park.
- Excitedly heading to At-Bristol.
- Trailing after the children as they dashed from one exhibit to the next. It really is a brilliant museum, I highly recommend it.
- Sitting down to watch Space Explorers, an interactive Planetarium show for children under 6.
- Watching Jesse react to the images in front of him. The look of pure wonder on his face was magical. I’m pretty sure he’s under the impression that we really did journey to Saturn on Saturday afternoon!
- Nipping out for lunch at The Stable.
- Resisting the urge to sample some of their cider.
- Strolling back to the museum in the sunshine.
- Smiling as Mr L.A. hoisted Jesse up on his shoulders so he could pretend to present the weather forecast on TV.
- Making our way out through the gift shop once we had experienced absolutely everything the museum had to offer.
- Treating the children to an ice-cream.
- Wandering along the harbourside in the sunshine.
- Loving how much Jesse loves his Godfather, Rich.
- Heading home to get a head start on dinner.
- Letting the children eat their tea in the yarden.
- Sending Jesse up to bed with a quick story from his Godfather.
- Greeting another house guest at the door.
- Pottering in the kitchen while Mr L.A. whipped up a few cocktails.
- Serving up Jools Oliver’s Pregnant Pasta with a chicory, watercress, spinach and rocket salad.
- Drinking too much.
- Tucking into chocolate brownies and freshly whipped cream for dessert.
- Laughing until my sides ached.
- Secretly wishing every weekend could involve dinner parties with good friends and great food.
- Collapsing into bed a little after 1am.
- Waking up with a huge hangover.
- Wishing Jesse wasn’t quite so eager to discuss his rock collection at 5.45am on a Sunday morning.
- Hiding beneath the bed covers and desperately trying to ignore him!
- Giving up and going downstairs.
- Feeling grateful for tea and paracetamol.
- Cooking waffles and bacon for breakfast.
- Deciding a PJ day was the only acceptable course of action.
- Relaxing in the yarden while the children played happily upstairs.
- Slowly making a start on Sunday lunch. I made our old favourite, Chicken with 100 Cloves of Garlic.
- Throwing together an incredibly colourful salad. Little gem lettuce, tomatoes, homegrown mint, cress and raw podded peas dressed with olive oil, balsamic vinegar and a good grating of parmesan. Delicious!
- Saying goodbye to some of our guests.
- Using the last of my energy to finish the laundry and put the house back together.
- Drinking tea in the sunshine.
- Seeing off our final visitor.
- Cooking burgers for the children.
- Coaxing them into bed.
- Taking a hot shower while we waited for our takeaway to arrive.
- Watching back-to-back episodes of The Office as we ate our meal on the sofa.
- Retreating to bed before 10pm.
- Deciding we’re probably not cut out for such late nights and excessive alcohol consumption after all!
Love Audrey xxx
