we started watching Borgen

Yes, I know we are terribly late to the party on this one but truly, you should have seen how we dragged our heels over Downton and then devoured the lot in the space of a few weeks.

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My husband and I actually don’t have that much in common. Which sounds terrible, but isn’t really. We sort of muddle along in happy discordance. Me: Running. Him: Swimming. Me: Fish. Him: Steak. Me: Breakfast-skipper. Him: Fast-breaker. Me: Books. Him: Football. Me: Shopping. Him: Surfing. Me: Weekends spent exploring and socialising, and as far from anything remotely resembling chores as possible. Him: DIY and pottering in the garden.

Anyway, you get the drift. Factor in work, kids, friends, general grind and it’s hard to get adequate doses of quality time, although surely this is the case for everyone, whether they connect over a shared passion for the History of Mongolia or not?

So I was cheered to read this article by Francesca Hornak in the Sunday Times Style a month or so back. We’re normal! We’re normal! Flopping exhaustedly on the sofa and zoning out to a box set or serialised drama is what we’re all doing. Cool.

Recently, we’ve covered House of Cards and Broadchurch. Last year: The Killing, The Bridge, Homeland and, as mentioned, Downton Abbey. And last night we started on Borgen, which I’d bought from Nordic Noir after meeting them at the Scandinavia Show last year. There was a nice sense of homecoming about it; the by-now-familiar sounds of the Danish tongue and a strong female lead. Not to mention a handful of recognisable faces from The Killing!

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And, in other truly excellent revelations: the news that 24, complete with the wonderful (and fanciable!) Kiefer Sutherland as Jack Bauer, is returning to our screen in 2014. Hooo-LA!! Now this one really makes me happy. After all, we are the couple whose engagement was punctuated by an episode of 24, with the proposal coming, inconveniently, just as the programme started, meaning that the answer was not given until full 24 hours – oh alright then, one hour – later. What life-changing decisions might we make during the course of Live Another Day, do you think??!!

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It’s all Good

Nope, I haven’t been perusing the new Gwyneth Paltrow book. It’s just that today is good, Good Friday, to be exact.

Which means no school, and consequently no nagging this morning; kids loafing about in PJs eating fresh berries and pancakes (made with Dove’s Farm gluten free flour because, like Calgary Avansino in last weekend’s Sunday Times Style, in article that referenced – positively -Gywnnie’s approaches to feeding her family, I’m not fanatical about what my children eat but try to balance out inevitable gluttony – well, it’s Easter, isn’t it – with some less toxic choices) until their sparkling insides were so far at odds with the slatternliness of their exteriors that I had to chase them upstairs and into clean(ish) clothes.

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Next, there was the joy of opening yesterday’s post. Not a bill to be seen but instead, the my-wardrobe SS13 Style Guide and best of all, a lovely, heart-warming card from my friend Rachel with some adorable Mibo paper animals for my children to create.

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And the sun is shining! What an auspicious start to the holidays. I’m off out for a run to soak  it up while it lasts – admittedly, I am running to Ayres the Bakers to pick up Hot Cross Buns for our Easter lunch and egg hunt with friends this afternoon. But like I said, it’s Easter. Gluttony is inevitable. And for grain-free me? Would you believe that the lovely, thoughtful people at my local Budgens saved me the last Inspiral raw chocolate egg? I heart them.

Really better go for that run though….

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Not about to buy 2 for 1 supermarket Hot Cross Buns when Ayres are cranking out babies like these!

Not about to buy 2 for 1 supermarket Hot Cross Buns when Ayres are cranking out babies like these!

I let him have the Saturday lie-in

Presumably most couples with children take it in turns to stay in bed on a weekend morning? Yesterday, I let my husband have first dibs: I’m not great at switching straight into Relax Mode on a Saturday, as I am too full of thoughts of Stuff To Be Done. So I was up with my earlybird children, making pancakes, stripping & laundering the beds and re-making them with fresh linen, supervising homework and taking them off to swimming lessons while Husband slept off the effects of a long week at work.

Today, my turn. We had dinner at the truly excellent Magdalen last night and a slight dessert wine fug left me very glad that it was my turn to lounge about in bed. On top of that, it was a sunny morning, so my husband took the kids to (and I avoided) the park (result!). Tucked up under my beautiful White Company blanket, a birthday present from one of my dearest friends, I drank Nespresso and admired the blue sky through the windows over my head. And – total joy – it’s a mega bumper issue of the Sunday Times Style supplement today. Bliss!

 

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