I heart Sundays.
The one day that we are all at home. No school, no work, no music lessons, no clubs, no scouts, no nothing. Just us.
Lazy mornings. Eggs poached to perfection. Fresh air in our lungs and leaves at our feet.
Coffee to go. Trees to climb. Dusty old National Trust houses to explore.
Home for a roast. Always room for dessert. Lashings and lashings of custard ’til we burst.
Baths all round. Always time for one more story. Then downstairs to peace at last and if I’m lucky, a foot warmer in the shape of my lovely Mr Mostly.
These are a few of my favourite things.
How about you?