• Waking to the sound of the children creeping downstairs to find my sister Nicola and her boyfriend Andrew. Only the second guests we’ve received since moving, their arrival late on Friday night was the source of great excitement.
• Enjoying our warm, cosy bed for five more minutes.
• Chatting at the dining table while the children watched Netflix on Nicola’s Ipad.
• Waking up slowly.
• Sending Mr. LA out for bacon.
• Making fluffy white pancakes to go with it.
• Preparing the rub for slow cooked pulled pork.
• Nestling the joint safely within the oven, where it remained for the next six hours. .
• Taking it in turns to shower.
• Drinking endless cups of tea.
• Slipping on my favourite silk dress. I love it layered over thick tights and a long sleeved tee.
• Chatting to Nicola in the bathroom while we both did our makeup.
• Warming soup and rolls for lunch.
• Heading out into the autumn sunshine.
• Catching the bus into town.
• Showing Nicola and Andrew some of Bristol’s street art.
• Wandering around the harbourside market.
• Crossing Pero’s Bridge and walking along the cobbled path that leads to the Arnolfini.
• Watching the children participate in The Big Draw. The theme was ‘families of the future’ and Jesse especially enjoyed creating his plastic bottle robot.
• Flicking through beautiful books in the gallery shop.
• Walking back outside into great gusts of wind.
• Wending our way back to Cabot Circus via the Old City {already established as one of my favourite corners of our new home}.
• Nipping into H&M to buy Izzy a hoody.
• Feeling as if I’d been transported back to Tammy Girl c.1995. The rails were full of clothes I begged my mother to let me wear aged 13.
• Riding the bus back St. George.
• Making it home just as the heavens opened.
• Inhaling the incredible scent of our dinner cooking away in the oven.
• Curling up on the sofa with a mug of tea.
• Getting the first sense of just how cosy our new home will be this winter.
• Preparing Jamie Oliver’s Southern Style Slaw to accompany the pulled pork {FYI, I use this recipe, but reduce the vinegar ever so slightly}.
• Falling upon the food with great gusto. Truly a delicious meal.
• Putting sleepy children to bed.
• Settling down to watch The Departed.
• Eating crisps and drinking and wine.
• Heading to bed ourselves.
• Sleeping till after 7am.
• Listening to the children climb into bed with Nicola and Andrew.
• Eventually following them downstairs.
• Enjoying tea and porridge for breakfast.
• Having a lazy morning in my PJs, chatting to Nicola and slowly preparing Sunday dinner.
• Feeling content.
• Desperately trying to get to grips with our new oven. Nothing was cooked when it should have been!
• Listening to the children play an elaborate game with toy animals and a castle fashioned from duplo.
• Tucking into roast chicken and all the trimmings followed by Marmalade Pudding Cake with lashings of custard.
• Eating too much.
• Having stern words with Jesse. His behaviour left a lot to be desired this weekend. Good thing he’s so bloomin’ cute.
• Saying goodbye to our guests.
• Clearing the kitchen and catching up on laundry.
• Helping Izzy with her half term homework.
• Hanging a few pretty things on the wall. We’re slowly getting there with the old DIY.
• Watching the children demolish cheese on toast for supper.
• Wrestling them into the bath, reading bedtime stories and giving goodnight kisses.
• Tapping away on my laptop while Izzy read White Boots. I’m so happy she’s finally discovered Noel Streatfield.
• Eating leftover Chinese take away and indulging in a cheeky glass of wine.
• Looking forward to an evening on the sofa in front of a film and possibly a long soak in the bath.

Love Audrey xxx