- Waking up as Jesse climbed into our bed.
- Wishing for a little more sleep.
- Dragging myself downstairs for a cup of tea.
- Eating an omelet for breakfast.
- Enjoying a very lazy morning.
- Finally climbing into the shower and getting ready to go out.
- Walking into town in the sunshine.
- Treating Izzy to a new pair of sunglasses.
- Picking up a delicate grey sweater in Gap. I have something of an addiction to these pullovers. So silky soft.
- Following Mr. LA around while he shopped for jeans.
- Browsing the paint department in Wilkinsons. Still mentally decorating that new house of ours.
- Soaking up the sights and sounds of Exeter’s weekly street food market.
- Ordering pizzas and watching intently as the stall holder slipped them into the wood-burning oven to cook.
- Loving Izzy’s adventurous taste in food. Her excitement at the prospect of anchovies, capers and olives on her Four Seasons pizza was contagious.
- Scouring Cathedral Green for the perfect picnic spot.
- Tucking into a pulled pork wrap.
- Listening to the live band playing nearby and people watching.
- Popping home to ditch our shopping bags before heading back out into the sunshine.
- Sitting in the park while the children played happily.
- Making daisy chains with Izzy.
- Strolling home to make supper.
- Watching Izzy paint. She sat quietly on the front step with her watercolours in the last of the day’s sun.
- Preparing fish tacos for supper. I tweaked this recipe, substituting salmon for white fish, adding the zest of a lime as well as the juice and reducing the heat of the accompanying sauce. They were delicious, even if I do say so myself.
- Eating ice cream.
- Putting the children to bed.
- Proof reading some of my Mum’s MSc dissertation.
- Settling down for an evening of cocktails and Eurovision.
- Drunkenly tweeting my way through the entire show.
- Laughing a lot.
- Stumbling into bed.
- Loving Mr. LA for letting me sleep in.
- Nursing a hangover.
- Sipping tea and waking up slowly.
- Skipping breakfast.
- Pottering. I caught up on the laundry, swept the whole of the downstairs, mopped the kitchen floor and tidied all the cluttered corners of the house. I love a lazy Sunday as much as the next person, but sometimes if feels good to be productive.
- Showering quickly and slipping on a favourite dress.
- Wishing Mr. LA didn’t have to leave for work.
- Taking Jesse to collect Izzy from her weekly drama class.
- Picking up a few groceries.
- Cooking pasta for lunch.
- Knocking up a batch of Snickerdoodles.
- Enjoying an afternoon with friends. Meeting their three month old daughter for the first time was very special.
- Loving tiny baby smiles.
- Feeling broody. For a split second. Then I came to my senses.
- Saying goodbye.
- Feeling grateful for the good people in my life.
- Making the children a lazy supper of fish fingers, oven chips and beans.
- Sitting alongside them while they ate and listening as the chatted quietly to each other.
- Washing hair, brushing teeth and reading bedtime stories.
- Enjoying the peace as Izzy read quietly in the dining room and I cleared up from dinner.
- Giving a goodnight kiss and wondering when my little girl got quite so big.
- Waiting patiently for Mr. LA to return.
Love Audrey xxx
