This weekend was a breath of fresh air. Friday night I ate tapas in a tipi at Eat Drink Bristol Fashion, and drank the most incredible cocktails at doorbell bar extraordinaire, The Milk Thistle, with some of my best friends. I met these wonderful women when we were pregnant or had very tiny babies, and we've been hanging out, drinking strong coffee, and painting the town red for nearly five years now. They are the bomb.
The following night, the kids went for a sleepover at my mum's, which meant a table for two at Bordeaux Quay for me and my beau.
Batteries recharged, souls salved, eyebags ever so slightly reduced - even just the tiniest time out makes all the difference.