- Waking up slowly and of our own accord. It was our last morning alone before the children returned from their week away. We definitely made the most of it.
- Sipping tea in the kitchen.
- Making scrambled egg for breakfast.
- Luxuriating in the sunshine pouring in through the French windows at the back of our house.
- Hanging wet washing outside for the first time this year.
- Slipping into the shower.
- Pulling on a frock, applying my makeup and blow drying my hair.
- Getting the house in order.
- Appreciating how easy it had been to keep the place tidy while the children were absent. I didn’t step on a single piece of Lego all week.
- Rushing to answer the front door as we heard the car in the drive.
- Giving and receiving huge squishy hugs.
- Listening to the children speak with great enthusiasm about their various adventures.
- Peering nervously at Jesse’s thumb. He’d knocked it on a trampoline the day before and it had become quite swollen.
- Deciding a quick trip to A&E was called for. After jumping in the car with his parents, Mr L.A. ended up waiting all afternoon for an X-ray. As it turned out, Jesse’s thumb was fine, just badly bruised.
- Taking a leisurely stroll in the sunshine to visit a recently opened cafe on Church Road. The Faraway Tree is lovely, I highly recommend.
- Tucking into a plate of poached eggs and chatting away with Izzy.
- Popping across the road to pick up some fruit and veg from Dig In. If you’re local, check out their veg box delivery scheme. Well worth signing up for.
- Meandering home through the park.
- Pottering about in the kitchen while Izzy watched cartoons.
- Waiting patiently for the boys to return home.
- Mixing up my current favourite salad. Fennel, celery, mint and lemon dressed in a little olive oil. Delicious!
- Slipping some huge fish cakes into the oven.
- Settling down for supper.
- Enjoying the sight of us all together again around the dinner table.
- Dunking the children into the bath.
- Reading Jesse a bedtime story. We made a start on Fantastic Mr Fox. Such a brilliant tale.
- Curling up beneath a blanket on the sofa with Izzy.
- Heading to bed for an early night.
- Sleeping in.
- Coming downstairs to find the children in front of the TV with their dad.
- Watching them eat breakfast while I nursed a large mug of tea.
- Meal planning for the week ahead and completing my online shop.
- Enjoying the hyacinths I’d bought the day before.
- Feeling a tiny bit guilty when they began to set off Mr L.A.’s allergies.
- Eating egg mayonnaise sandwiches for lunch.
- Smiling as the children put together a short film with Mr L.A.’s help.
- Being made to watch the end result over and over and over again.
- Working through a few jobs in the yarden.
- Dusting off the outdoor furniture, retrieving the cushions from the attic and very much looking forward to a summer spent lounging outside.
- Listening to Mr L.A. play peacemaker as the children squabbled upstairs.
- Deciding they both had a bad case of back-to-school-itis.
- Making roast potatoes.
- Cooking pies, veg and yorkshire puds.
- Eating too much.
- Finding just enough room for the first strawberries of the season.
- Chuckling as Jesse bemoaned the fact it was Spanish fruit as opposed to English.
- Herding the children into the bath.
- Tucking them in for the night.
- Trying to mentally prepare for an incredibly busy week. Wish me luck.
Love Audrey xxx
