• Sleeping in.
• Huddling under the bed covers with the children.
• Heading downstairs to drink tea and lounge under a blanket on the sofa while we watched old cartoons.
• Wishing Mr. LA didn’t have to work.
• Making the children fried eggs and baked beans for breakfast.
• Retreating into the bathroom for a quick shower.
• Slipping on my favourite polka dot dress.
• Sporting coral lipstick and messy hair.
• Making an appointment for a second viewing at a house I saw last week. We think it could be ‘the one’.
• Wandering to the park to play with the children’s new Stomp Rocket. I can’t recommend this toy enough, we spent over an hour launching it into the bright blue sky above the playground.
• Pushing Jesse on the swing.
• Picking up a few groceries on the way home.
• Preparing three huge bowls of spaghetti with marmite. Such wonderful comfort food.
• Doing chores while the children played.
• Sitting on the front step until it grew too chilly.
• Cooking fish, new potatoes and peas for the children’s supper.
• Overseeing bath time.
• Reading Jesse a bedtime story and tucking him in.
• Sitting quietly while Izzy read The Little Princess.
• Giving goodnight kisses.
• Clearing away the chaos and debris of the day.
• Sorting laundry and writing lists.
• Settling down on the sofa with a delicious box of Lily O’Brien’s chocolates*.
• Painting my nails red.
• Watching Erin Brokovich.
• Remembering just how much I love Julia Roberts. Definitely my favourite contemporary actress.
• Opening the door to a tired, grumpy husband.
• Eating takeaway curry and drinking diet coke.
• Climbing into bed and sleeping deeply until morning.
• Waking up as Mr. LA placed a mug of tea on my bedside table.
• Scrambling eggs for breakfast.
• Showering and getting dressed.
• Applying winged eye-liner and red lippy. I’m a firm believer in wearing your Sunday Best {except for when I’m a firm believer in lounging about in your PJs all day}.
• Bundling the children out of the door and walking Izzy to her drama class.
• Plying Jesse with milk and bread and snuggling on the sofa for a while.
• Tidying the kitchen and writing a shopping list.
• Heading into town to buy book-shaped gifts.
• Returning home to bake treats for afternoon tea.
• Making scones.
• Making more scones. My first batch were a failure, but the second turned out just right. Trick is not to roll your dough, press it, and make sure it’s at least 3cm in thickness before you cut your rounds.
• Inhaling the tempting aroma of my lemon drizzle cake as it cooked.
• Eating soup and buttery toast for lunch.
• Greeting my sister-in-law and her family.
• Cuddling my baby nephew.
• Watching the older children play together. I love seeing the relationship between the cousins flourish. It’s so precious.
• Loading scones with jam and clotted cream, drinking tea and catching up.
• Failing to photograph the impressive spread. Too busy eating!
• Feeling happy.
• Waving off our guests.
• Collapsing on the sofa.
• Popping a pie in the oven. Because clearly I hadn’t done enough baking already.
• Eating dinner and coaxing the children into the bath.
• Detecting the beginning of a cold in Jesse. Poor thing.
• Sitting down at my laptop and looking through the family photos I took today. An aunt with her niece, cousins sharing a hug. Beautiful.
• Needing a warm bath and an early night.

Love Audrey xxx

*PR sample. Don’t judge, it’s chocolate. And yes, I ate them all.