• Waking up as Jesse tiptoed into our bedroom.
• Leaving Mr L.A. asleep in bed while we snuck downstairs.
• Pottering in the kitchen as Jesse played with his Lego.
• Sipping tea.
• Snuggling beneath a blanket on the sofa while we watched Paddington.
• Giving Izzy a cuddle when she joined us downstairs.
• Making waffles for breakfast.
• Topping them with fresh strawberries and warm Nutella.
• Having a slow, lazy morning. It was just what we needed.
• Helping Izzy tidy her room.
• Ordering a few bits of furniture to finally finish the space. Poor little bookworm needs more shelves!
• Finally getting showered and dressed.
• Eating salad and Quiche for lunch.
• Arguing with Jesse about eating salad and Quiche for lunch. Don’t you just love a fussy eater?
• Heading to Troopers Hill. Izzy cycled, Jesse scooted.
• Watching the children ride around the track in the sunshine.
• Following Jesse into the woods.
• Picking up sticks and climbing trees.
• Joining in with Jesse’s game of make-believe.
• Studying the fruit bushes nearby. I can’t wait to go blackberry picking this year!
• Heading home.
• Popping into the garage to pick up some ice-lollies.
• Lounging about in the yarden.
• Preparing a huge curry for dinner. The Rogan Josh from Jamie Oliver’s 30 Minute Meals is so good.
• Eating too much.
• Putting the children to bed.
• Drinking ginger beer and munching garlic-stuffed-olives while we watched a documentary on Netflix. Fellow cinephiles might enjoy Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey of Richard Stanley’s Island of Dr. Moreau. If you happen to catch it, let’s talk about how horrible Val Kilmer sounds.
• Collapsing into bed.
• Waking up to the sound of Jesse squealing at the view from his bedroom window. It was the Bristol Balloon Fiesta this weekend and we were lucky enough to see a great swarm of them passing over our house around 7am.
• Rushing into the attic to watch from the windows up there. I find hot air balloons completely mesmerising, don’t you?
• Heading downstairs for breakfast and a cup of tea.
• Working through a few chores.
• Packing a suitcase for the children.
• Jumping in the shower.
• Pulling on my jeans and a Breton top.
• Fixing lunch for my in-laws. I made Nigella’s Spanish Chicken with Chorizo and Potatoes {delicious} and a simple green salad with a creamy dressing made from 3 tbs natural yogurt, 2 tsp English mustard, the juice of a lemon and a generous handful of chopped chives {also delicious}.
• Greeting our guests at the door.
• Serving up lunch and chatting away.
• Tucking into fresh strawberries and whipped cream for dessert.
• Saying goodbye to the kids. They’re off to Derby for a week so we can get on with some work.
• Not knowing quite what to do with ourselves.
• Relishing the peace and quiet.
• Feeling as if we should do something spontaneous like catch a movie or go out for dinner.
• Realising that, with or without children, we rather like staying in on a Sunday evening.
• Drinking tea and watching the American Office. Is it awful if I prefer it to the UK version?
• Listening to Kate Bush while doing a spot of blogging.
• Wondering what on earth we did with all this time before we had kids.
• Planning an evening meal of leftovers accompanied by a large glass of red wine.
• Missing the children already.

Love Audrey xxx