It is true that it was night and I did go out, but there was no dancing, I didn’t wear a dress and I barely drank due to the morning breastfeed I knew I would be giving.
We went to a posh cocktail bar called The Curious Cat (his portrait is pictured above). I had a lovely time but spent all evening wondering how my little man was sleeping (my baby, I don’t call my boyfriend that) and missing my boyfriend because I like to spend all my free time with him. Have any other mums felt like this?
I accidentally gave myself a hipster evening, my drink was £7 and they had to set fire to it, and there was a huge portrait of a noble cat in man clothes and the toilet mirrors were far too ornate to be in any old bar, see:
Of course, the photo of the mirror is mainly melfie (mirror selfie) because I’m a huge poser.