Lushes, blushes but not yet hot flushes.

4 for Tapas for shared birthday honours. Cheeky lifts in and out meant we could be really irresponsible parents and down Bellinis and Long Island Iced Teas. Home by 9pm, jings, very rock n roll, and then to watch Sing Street with Tess, a Dublin coming of age 80s walk through that was right up her street. The teenage ability to seamlessly transition from Madness and Debbie Harry to the Smiths to Nirvana via an instantaneous Robert Smith goth period were more than very familiar to me.

Big thanks to Dave this weekend for keeping me from losing the plot entirely about a left field development.