• 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