• Waking up alone. Mr. LA is away until Tuesday. I miss him.
• Cuddling a very snuffly Jesse.
• Dragging myself downstairs.
• Sipping tea on the sofa and watching ‘Charlotte’s Web’.
• Listening to Izzy wake up.
• Realising both children were completely full of cold.
• Panicking about Izzy’s asthma and making a mad dash to a local pharmacy to replenish her inhaler supply.
• Feeling relieved after we managed to avoid bumping into anyone I know. No makeup, unwashed hair and pjs on under my clothes. Classy.
• Making french toast for breakfast in an attempt to cheer everyone up.
• Spending the whole day indoors. Cabin fever doesn’t even cover it.
• Administering Calpol at regular intervals.
• Enjoying soup and onion bagels for lunch. I can highly recommend Waitrose creamy butternut squash and tarragon. Delicious.
• Daydreaming about Autumnal food. I bought a bunch of chard and as many English plums as I could carry this week. I love seasonal cooking.
• Making the children pop corn and mugs of hot chocolate.
• Building Jesse a den. Bunk beds lend themselves perfectly to this task.
• Hiding out in aforementioned den, reading story books, and pretending to listen out for monsters.
• Realising just how ill Izzy was when she turned down a plate of pesto pasta. It’s practically unheard of.
• Putting two very sleepy, and very snotty, children to bed.
• Relishing the first sip of wine.
• Watching old episodes of Sex and the City.
• Staying up too late reading Caitlin Moran’s ‘How To Be a Woman’.
• Feeling thankful when I awoke to find the children had slept through despite the coughing, wheezing and sneezing.
• Eating jam on toast and drinking tea.
• Loving thick tights and my purple cardigan.
• Putting a few waves in my hair.
• Craving fresh air.
• Baking a Victoria Sponge with Jesse.
• Letting the children lick the bowl.
• Sitting down for a modest lunch of beans on toast.
• Eating cake.
• Walking into town.
• Loving the crisp autumn air.
• Watching the children run around at the park.
• Catching up on all my Sunday evening chores.
• Preparing Sunday dinner. Veggie sausages, roast potatoes, a huge mountain of chard, and peas with lashings of onion gravy.
• Showering the children and coaxing them into clean pyjamas.
• Reading bedtime stories.
• Spending too much money on new clothes for Izzy. Damn you Mini Boden catalogue and your tempting ways.
• Trying to resist the lure of both leftover roast potatoes AND cake.
• Failing….

Love Audrey xxx