Long weekends are magic, aren't they? For some reason they effortlessly induce relaxation and additional coffee consumption.
On Sunday we visited a little sea side market to drink hot chi and listen to our friends play folky French inspired tunes. We sat on carpets in the sun while the children were transformed into roaring leopards before having very public and semi violent rumbles. They played chasing with our favourite Lauren and gobbled up home made ice creams.
We returned home with three sleeping children in the back seat - the first and probably last time that will ever happen.
Tonight Dave and I shall eat soft cheeses, sip a tiny glass of good red wine and finish it off with rich dark chocolate. I'd say we'll be in bed before nine.
You know what, I'm claiming long weekend victory.
Here's to a filthy kitchen and a happy life!