The week draws to an end with Monday feeling like it was only yesterday.
The morning starts as normal an early rise, a hot coffee in my favourite mug that I cradle in the palm of my hands as if it’s value is much greater than it’s worth. Francis plays with his blue car at the bottom of my bed screaming with excitement when Indi cat walks through the door begging for breakfast.
My time in bed is up Indi reminds me that just because it’s Sunday I can’t dismiss her morning routine! I scoop my little Francis in one hand kiss those chubby cheeks as we head downstairs for breakfast club.
Bombay bicycle club plays softly in the kitchen slightly masked by the sounds of cutlery and plates – I like these sounds.
After breakfast we get ready for our day ahead knowing that it will end up in our favourite coffee shop before purchasing some fresh market goods at the farmers market.
Francis got a few new clothes today he seems to be growing very quickly now I can’t quite keep up!
I hate when Sundays come to an end because Monday seems far less exciting and slightly more fast paced.