So on Saturday, the hus-creature and I went out for a pre-op last hurrah which co-incided with his office’s idea of going to a Burns Night bash.
So out we went.
You cannot say that The Haven didn’t make an effort.
Included in the meal was a nip of a very glorious whisky:
The Bruichladdich Octomore
Yes, that’s dollars a shot! It retails at over $150 a bottle. And it’s peated. But honestly, it was glorious.
This was my tipple for the evening:
It is a Sherlock Holmes:
Basically a posh Hot Toddy, but it was delicious. Normally when cocktails are an option I mix and match to switch it up, but this was so good I didn’t bother.
I got my nails done 💗
<<<<< apparently I can keep for surgery (in six days 🙀🙀🙀)
It was a lovely evening. We didn’t get home til 01:30 though as we were apparently on the last train home so we were stuck waiting stationary for over half an hour for the last trains on other lines. Such fun!
Our sitter was amazing though bless her – kept her informed and paid her a “we are sorry the travel time sucked” bonus.
Then on Sunday I got my hair redone. This is the first time since we moved.
So a lot needed bleaching:
(Please note that the original blue still won’t die!!!)
The reaction of the kids was hilarious too. #1 Son loved it.
You are blonde like me mummy.
TT? Oh no. She hated it. Would not come near me at all. Ran into her room, glowered at me, shook her head, stayed with daddy. The lot really.
Even when it was finished she spurned me 🤣😂
However the following morning she came wandering in, looked at me and said:
Mommy beautiful head
And touched it, so I am now apparently forgiven. Interestingly, #1 Son is/was most annoyed that I didn’t keep the blonde. And did not accept the explanation that it didn’t suit me 😂🤣👍🏻