Afternoon all.
Well I have had a fun weekend and I feel loads better for it.
Went shopping with dd yesterday, got her some nice new clothes for the winter. Then I drive down to Suffolk and had hot chocolate in a lovely little cafe with my sister before dropping dd off with my parents and driving home. Got changed and went out for dinner.
For the foodies among us I had:
Starter- smoked salmon with horseradish foam, beetroot, red onion and mini toasts
Main- Slow roasted duck on creamy mash with a citrus sauce
Dessert- Pannacotta with warm figs and amaretto biscuits.
All washed down with a cold glass of chardonnay.
It was bloody gorgeous! My only complaint was the restaurant was quite hot, not good for a pregnant woman shovelling hot food into her gob but we had a brilliant time.
After that we went to friends new pub and I stood with a diet coke watching drunk people having abstract conversations.
Was introduced to someone in the pub who had a ds 2 months ago and she said to me 'When are you due? February? Bloodyhell, you've got ages yet, are you sure there isn't 2 in there?' pointing at my bump.
I blamed the food.
Have spent the day supermarket shopping and cleaning the house and now DH is making a roast while I MN. I am happy