No Eurovision here. DH is insisting on his usual choice of frantic jazz . . .
Food here was starter of M&S nibble type things which p was offered for her tea. She refused all but garlic fried mushrooms, some cucumber, chilli halloumi and a shit load of olives. She had some peppa Easter egg for desert.
For grown up dinner we had chicken Kiev and chips. After our starter actually neither of us were that fussed but manfully pressed on.
P has been a wee super star today. Full of giggles and cuddles which is lovely. We went shopping earlier for DH's bd pressie (he was sent to the pub to wait for us) and she was great. I was bimbling around debenhams and glanced down to notice that she was clutching a Pyrex jug in both hands. Goodness knows when she had picked them up. She returned both immediately on asking, however.
She was on her reins and it gets such a lot of attention from people. There was one very elderly couple passed us and both silently stopped and turned to watch us walk away. I heard the man say "look at that! She's like a wee dug!"