I had a nice weekend.
On Saturday we went to the Motor Club dinner and I got a peck on the cheek from one of my childhood heroes. I was proud that I managed not to faint (or walk into a doorframe like last time he spoke to me). Ed was sweet and gave Izzy the big pink teddy bear that he won in the raffle. Izzy was rather well-behaved, despite being kept up hours past her bedtime.
ephraim did the responsible Dad thing and took her home at about half ten, leaving me to polish off the bottles of wine left on the table. Many thanks to
rjstra for pouring me in through the letterbox later on.
On Sunday we had lunch with
barrettyman. The lunch itself wasn't great, as there aren't many places you can really eat out with a six month old in tow, but the company was. Thankee much.
Then I had a shitty day on Monday. Izzy decided that only Daddy would do, and that she would scream and scream every time he left the room.
ephraim was, of course, trying to work, and therefore wasn't in the room very much. Not great. I was very glad when
rinkyandmerlin rescued me and took me to the pub for pie and beer.
Yesterday I took Izzy to her music class thing. They gave her a cymbal, which I was quite optimistic about, given her usual love of bashing things about. However, that love comes second to her love of giving her reflection lots of lovely big kisses, which isn't quite so musical. Never mind.
Today we went to the Children's Centre and sung nursery rhymes a bit. Then I gave some stuff away on Freecycle.
All in all it's been the most sociable few days I've had in a while.