My DC were with their dad this weekend so DP and I headed into town and ran some non child friendly errands. We went to our favourite bookshop and each bought a couple of books. We went home and picked up the dog and had a sniffy walk through the woods to our local pub, bought a bottle of wine (x2) and sat at opposite ends of a sofa with the dog between us and read our new books while drinking wine. In my head, it was bliss! We’d done the necessary, and walked the pooch and after the crazy of Christmas we were very happy to chill out with some relaxed lighting, ambient music, a bit of buzz and no calls on our attention. Dog was quite content too. We walked home after and made tea.
My friend says we’re weird and that only sad people go to the pub and sit in silence, ignoring each other and we should have stayed at home. What do you think?