Big Night Out
I’m going out with the girls on Saturday. We haven’t been out for months, and the last time we did it was a civilised affair with cars and a distinct absence of wine. This time though, we’re out on the town. New dresses have been bought (what, this old thing?!) and I hear that Z has already started her beautification. I won’t be far behind her, with a home manicure planned for this evening after Daughter has gone to bed, Husband has gone for his weekly cerebral challenge at the pub quiz with Father, and all is quiet. I think any thirty-something working mother will agree that sometimes a night out can be more effort than it might seem worth. Our night out was planned by strategic facebook discussion and put down on the calendar (pen, not pencil). By our standards, it was fairly easy, and essential that we all get together now to sort out the biggie – the Christmas Night Out. Husbands have all been instructed they will be staying in...