A strange day or so. I stayed over in London for work and had a taste of my old, pre babies life. Went out after work, drank (a bit) of wine, had a lively and lovely meal with good friends. Mmmmmmmmmmmm the food was awesome. Great night. And yet.
Despite all this I missed my chaotic boys and Other Half and my more countryish existence. I was quite shocked tbh. Its been hard work recently what with shakes and stress. I was expecting to feel freedom. And instead I wanted home. I felt like a little fish in a big dark pond. Brrrrrrrr.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a gd night and v gd to spend time w friends but my priorities are different now. Wow, I’ve got domesticity!!