• Sleeping in.
• Eating modestly at breakfast in preparation for days otherwise filled with overindulgence.
• Enjoying a wander round town.
• Picking up some last minute Easter treats.
• Buying a dress, returning a dress, buying another dress and hoping I don’t have to return it too.
• Filling every jug and vase I own with daffodils.
• Nibbling on tuna and sweetcorn sandwiches.
• Wrapping up warm against the cold and taking a long walk to the quay.
• Feeding the ducks.
• Trailing behind Jesse as he ran and jumped and rolled around in the grass.
• Marvelling at my son’s boundless energy.
• Heading back to the warmth of the house.
• Baking a lime drizzle cake while the children lounged on the sofa.
• Drinking tea and reading Little Women.
• Cooking and eating prawn linguine.
• Putting two very sleepy children to bed.
• Sipping wine and watching Pan’s Labyrinth. Amazing film. Superb.
• Falling into a deep sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
• Trying to get my head round the clocks going forward.
• Walking behind the children as they followed a trail of mini eggs that led to their pile of Easter treats.
• Having chocolate for breakfast. Naturally.
• Enjoying a morning alone in the kitchen. I cooked Italian Roast Chicken with Peppers and Olives, accompanied by Savoy Cabbage with Fennel Seeds and Potatoes and followed with Chocolate Olive Oil Cake and vanilla ice cream {all from Nigellissima}.
• Welcoming my parents with cups of coffee and cake.
• Eating too much.
• Laughing at Jesse as he gazed intently at my Mum’s watch, counting down the seconds until pudding was ready.
• Sneakily hiding eggs while the children hurried off to the park with their Grandparents.
• Loving the children’s joy, wonder and excitement.
• Looking on as they proudly surveyed their bounty in the sunshine.
• Saying goodbye to our visitors.
• Sitting with the children as they devoured fried eggs and baked beans for their supper.
• Overseeing a rigorous session of teeth brushing. So. Much. Chocolate.
• Persuading the children to go to bed despite the daylight.
• Giggling at Jesse as he scolded the sun for forgetting to go to bed.
• Lazily ordering a takeaway.
• Settling down to watch The Help. Oh how I wept! A beautiful, bittersweet tale. I cannot wait to read the book.
• Staying up too late.
• Looking forward to a lazy Monday. Which is has been. Blissfully so, in fact.

Love Audrey xxx