two hundred and sixty six

I am grateful for my best kind of day. A day spent pitter pottering around the house catching up with ourselves. A day spent in my pj’s until 11am. (I only got dressed cos Kate’s Sam was popping around and Kate would have been mortified. Actually I would have been too.) A day that started with an hour to spare because we forgot about daylight saving and our phones aka our clocks are set to Sydney time. A day with my best kind of lunch, turkish with bits and pieces, which Jem always manages to turn into her signature cupcake extravaganzas. A day of too many coffees, homemade pancakes and giggles from the pool. I am grateful for the perfect simplicity of today.