Dilly and Al are having a rare evening out. They had meant to go to the cinema, but they know they’d only sleep through the film, so they are going out for a meal instead.
In a few weeks, they are going to a George Michael concert at Carrow Road in Norwich. Dilly’s choice. Al is truly demonstrating his love. He never listens to music in any case, but if he did, I don’t think GM would be his gig of choice. It will be interesting to see how long it takes me to get Pugsley to sleep without his night-time feed of mother’s milk. Like all of my children, he rejects a bottle.
I’ve done nothing today. The excuse was the rain (Al and family went to Cromer and walked resolutely down the prom, dressed in sou’westers and wellies), but I did no more than some necessary greenhouse stuff and a visit to the local supermarket. Oh, and I picked a lettuce.
Sorry to be boring. I’m going to eat sausage and mash and then, armed with a bottle of wine and a book, go next door to do Granny-duty.
Granny-pleasure is when the children are awake, of course.