Lunch at Cranberry's

It was a major stress getting out of the house for Orla's dance class this morning. We were late, which I hate. But it was fine in the end, she loved her class and afterwards we had a yummy lunch in Cranberry's. I made the mistake of letting Orla choose a cake. She went for a massive strawberry pavlova. So we shared it and a piece of apple pie between the three (four, Conor did get a wee taste) of us.

Home to watch the rugby. Daddy was disappointed.