• Being woken up far too early by the children.
  • Lingering under the bed covers just a little longer.
  • Cuddling the children and sipping tea on the sofa.
  • Eating fried eggs on hot buttery toast.
  • Taking a long shower.
  • Feeling cosy in my favourite jumper.
  • Loving turned up skinny jeans and Chanel-esque ballet pumps.
  • Wandering into town with Mr.LA and the children.
  • Browsing my favourite vintage shops.
  • Finding the perfect vintage school desk and chair for Izzy in Otto Retro. I’m going to fill it with cute stationery and books for her Christmas present. I cannot wait to see her little face come December 25th!
  • Heading to Bill’s for lunch.
  • Marvelling at Jesse’s ability to demolish a chocolate milkshake in just a few greedy slurps.
  • Enjoying my halloumi and hummus burger.
  • Feeling full.
  • Walking home slowly.
  • Pottering in the kitchen while the children played and watched movies from under a blanket on the sofa.
  • Making my first batch of Christmas Chutney.
  • Using up the last of our Halloween pumpkin in a huge casserole.
  • Bathing the children.
  • Loving the look of wonder on Jesse’s face as I read How to Catch a Star by Oliver Jeffers.
  • Catching up on a little work.
  • Finally pouring myself a glass of wine.
  • Watching the first two episodes of Walking Dead. Hooked already.
  • Collapsing into bed and sleeping deeply.
  • Loving Mr.LA for letting me lie in.
  • Eating an omelet for breakfast.
  • Wearing makeup that makes me feel pretty. MAC Mocha blush, lashings of mascara and my favourite {non-red} lippy.
  • Stomping through the park with Jesse.
  • Inhaling autumn. Exeter smelt like woodsmoke, damp leaves and wet pavements today.
  • Dodging the rain.
  • Whizzing up leftover casserole to make soup for lunch.
  • Dashing out for milk and eggs.
  • Getting distracted.
  • Buying the children books and bobble hats.
  • Cooking and eating Spanish Pot Roast Chicken.
  • Wanting to cry/scream/break something when we discovered Jesse had drawn on the sofa.
  • Repeating the following mantra: ‘I love my kids, I love my kids, I love my kids’.
  • Getting some perspective. It’s only pen. It’ll *probably* come out.
  • Instantly forgiving my son as he hugged me goodnight.
  • Baking a lemon drizzle cake.
  • Listening to the sound of fireworks nearby.
  • Looking forward to the sofa.
  • Dreading the school run.

Love Audrey xxx

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