Date Night

We went out!!!! Alone!!! At night!!

The in-laws babysat and my husband and I got tarted up and headed into Manchester. Had the most amazing meal at a new French steak restaurant called L'Entrecote that I've been meaning to try ever since I was pregnant (but well done steaks are like swear words in our house so there was no point going until I could order medium again!)

The wine flowed and we had a wonderful evening, finishing it off with a walk through balmy Spinningfields to the Yacht Club bar (pictured) to watch the Usain Bolt 200m sprint on the big outdoor screen. The place was buzzing, full of sunburnt lawyers in stripy shirts mixed in with the skinny jean brigade; your typical Manchester alfresco drinking crowd. Despite the singsong of drunken conversations, you could hear a pin drop when the starting gun fired and Bolt once again made an Olympic sport look an easy day at work.

Bumped into a neighbour there who kindly gave us a lift home. Bizarrely, am actually off out with his fiancee for a drink tomorrow afternoon as they have a new baby boy called Oakley and we recently met through a mutual friend. For various reasons, I haven't had much chance to do the 'hanging out with other likeminded Mums' bit, so am really looking forward to it.

Off to bed with a fuzzy head, a glass of water and some paracetamol. Night all!