Friday, 5 March 2010

No Balloons?

I am very excited.

Tomorrow, hubby and I are leaving the kids and heading off for a dirty weekend in London. It won't be the first time that we will individually have spent the night away from the children (I do travel to far-flung places occasionally with work, and hubby has to pop over the channel fairly regularly), however, it will be the first time that there won't be at least one of us around.

The occasion was the invitation from an old friend - let's call him R - to his flatwarming. R is pretty much our only single, childless friend, and the only friend who still lives the big city lifestyle in London town. His lifestyle could therefore not be any different from ours. Most of his other friends (some of whom are very glamourous) are also in a similar situation, and so there was really no way we were going to take DDs with us.

Anyway, I digress slightly. We sat down and explained to DDs that grandma and grandad that would be looking after them for the weekend, as mummy and daddy would be going to a party.

The conversation with eldest went something like this:

DD1s "Are you having a bouncy castle, mummy?"
Me: "No, I don't think R's flat is big enough"
DD1: "What about cake?"
Me: "No, probably not"
DD1: "Balloons?"
Me: "I'm not sure"
DD1: "What will you do, then?"
Me: "I expect we'll have some nibbles and drinks and talk to people"
DD1: "That sounds a bit boring, mummy."

And she's right, isn't she?!

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