I love it when another Super Sunday manifests itself!

 

Super Sundays are bacon and eggs in the sunshine and pj’s and Grandpa arriving for an espresso..

 

Super Sundays are wardrobe cleansing while your little man reads his book to you.

 

Super Sundays are autumnal runs, sprints, woodland scrambles and step runs and kissing gate cuddles.

 

Super Sundays are fridge clearance leftover lunches and teaching Willy draughts.

 

Super Sundays are for exploring, for dreaming and being a family.

 

Super Sundays are Granny’s delicious Sunday roasts and very chocolatey profiteroles.

 

Super Sundays are name taping socks, games bag readiness and early nights.

 

Super Sundays are the set up and foundation of super Monday, Tuesday…. Super weeks!