I may have mentioned once or twice that it was our ten year wedding anniversary on Friday. When we got married (and were childless) we made a pact that we would go to Santorini for our ten years. We had visions of azure seas, stark white buildings, long days lazing on the beach, slowly merging into evenings of food and wine and timeless indolence.
That was before.
Now? Well now we have two children. So our plans have become more, let us say, restrained.
Instead we were able to eek out two BLISSFUL BLOODY NIGHTS at The Emporium in Brisbane, which is IN THE SAME STATE as where we live. Don’t get me wrong, our stay was amazing, and I am grateful to have a Mum who will babysit for us without complaint, or financial recompense. I documented every last detail in photos, lest it be erased from our memories the second we picked up our little
devil spawn cherubs.
I suspect a post on The Emporium will be coming your way soon, but I am too besotted with the idea of drinking this beer with my name on it (My Wife’s Bitter), and listening out for the storm that I hope is brewing, to get one together. (Oh I do love a storm-beer).
Instead, I shall share with you this clip of Michael McIntyre, sent to me by Lauren (who is childless: if only you knew how funny this actually is Lauren), as I too was childless this weekend. I walked out doors, I drank and ate and drove and swam and was pampered and swanned about without a care in the world. And now I’m home, and that sensation is fading already, and yet, strangely and funnily enough, I wouldn’t have it any other way*.
How was your weekend?
Did you have the kids?
* It is entirely possible that all the swanning about and celebrating has given me some sort of brain injury.