• Waking up as Jesse quietly clambered into our bed.
• Heading downstairs for a cup of tea.
• Not feeling very well. To tell you the truth, I’ve been a little under the weather all weekend and it’s been pretty boring.
• Getting cosy beneath a blanket on the sofa.
• Enjoying the twinkly glow of the fairy lights on our Christmas tree.
• Eating a fried egg sandwich for breakfast.
• Snapping photos of the kids in their Christmas jumpers.
• Wishing Mr L.A. didn’t have to work.
• Waving him off at the door.
• Slowly getting ready to face the day.
• Pulling on a pair of jeans and a crisp white tee.
• Making a big pot of pasta for lunch.
• Deciding I didn’t have the energy to leave the house after all.
• Setting the kids up in the kitchen and leaving them to make Snickerdoodles on their own. Izzy asked me to check the mixture a couple of times, but otherwise the biscuits were made with their own fair hands.
• Sipping tea and tucking into their sweet treats.
• Watching Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
• Lighting plenty of candles and dozing on the sofa.
• Cooking veggie sausages, mashed potato and baked beans for tea.
• Reading Jesse The Highway Rat* before bed. I never tire of Julia Donaldson’s books.
• Giving goodnight kisses.
• Drinking diet coke and eating a mince pie.
• Watching Love Actually while I waited for Mr L.A. to return.
• Having our usual argument about how much he hates the aforementioned film. He just doesn’t get it.
• Collapsing into bed.
• Sleeping in.
• Dragging myself downstairs.
• Trying {and failing} to shake off my bad mood.
• Tucking into breakfast .
• Pottering in the kitchen.
• Working on a few blog photos during a brief window of daylight.
• Saying goodbye as Mr L.A. and Izzy departed for her drama class in Clifton.
• Throwing dinner into the slow cooker.
• Leaving Jesse in front of the TV while I had a shower.
• Relying on dry shampoo and Bobbi Brown’s Gel Liner in Caviar Ink to look and feel human.
• Applying a swipe of red lipstick before dashing out the front door with Jess.
• Immediately realising we were locked out.
• Calling Mr L.A. in a panic.
• Running down the road to ask my neighbours for help.
• Waiting on a locksmith.
• Chatting happily with my neighbours. They bought their house 54 years ago and they’re full of interesting stories.
• Paying through the nose for a three-minute job.
• Feeling relieved as we stepped back inside.
• Catching up on laundry, tidying the kitchen, sweeping the living room floor and vacuuming the hallway.
• Abandoning plans to clean the bathroom.
• Dishing up dinner as the others came tumbling through the front door.
• Dashing to the corner shop for a pint of milk.
• Admiring the Christmas lights on our road. Some of our neighbours go all out.
• Finishing our food and coaxing the kids into bed.
• Planning a night on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and a bag of maltesers.
• Hoping I wake up feeling better than I did today.
• Trying not to panic about the amount of work I have to do in the next five days.

Love Audrey xxx

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