Middle-aged dating is a difficult beast. The demands of single parenting, work and two needy, badly behaved dogs (that no-one wants to mind) mean that DD and I rarely get more than a few hours together at a stretch.
But with the kids away at the National Skipping Championships and the serendipitous news that my beloved dog sitter Glen was available (thank you Glen!), DD and I managed to snatch a whole 30 hours together in a row.
It was so lovely.
Boy did we cram a lot in: a boozy lunch, two bushy walks, a ferry ride to the Central Coast, my first coffee in a cafe and creating a birthday cake for DD’s daughter’s birthday.
The birthday cake bit was a little stressy and messy. Neither of us had used fondant before … actually I’m not sure DD had ever decorated a birthday cake before … but we muddled along OK and didn’t snap at each other once. More about that later.
Forgive me while I bore you with my some of my (very) happy snaps. There are captions on each one with extra details:
I’m so sad it’s all over. It’s just me and the dogs now on a glorious Sunday.
How’s your weekend going?
Song of the day: Pete Murray “You pick me up”