a free man

Antony completed his last day of work yesterday so we celebrated with a bite to eat in a local bar. I’m so proud of him for taking the plunge into the world of self-employment and I don’t think he’ll ever regret it. He’s our resident hero.

We ate at a little place called Victoria Lounge. I really like some elements of it.... local produce cooked well... but it feels a bit weirdly Stepford Wives or nouveau riche at the same time. I can’t put my finger on it. I write this only to find out if GloryGlory understands my sentiments or if I’m overthinking life!