A hard day's night...

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Well what a weekend that was.  The husband and I are very good at thinking that two nights out on the bounce won't be an issue.  I mean, we are young at heart, so what's the issue?  Well, we may be young at heart, but we are super old where the feet are concerned and an early night is sometimes more appealing than yet another night out. Surprisingly, we managed the two nights out with great aplomb, reaching the giddy heights of 11.00pm before caving which I feel is fairly respectable.

Friday found us at a Madness concert with daughter number two and Jolly Sock Man's lovely parents.  This gave the husband and JSM's father the excuse they needed to jump around with several thousand other middle aged gentlemen, while their womenfolk held the drinks and tapped their feet along to the songs.  The band was great - there is nothing better than watching live music with like minded folk in the warm sunshine and the husband thoroughly enjoyed himself with some excellent limb-flinging.

The night was spent at JSM's parents with ringing ears and throbbing feet, and the following morning, at the request of daughter number two, we had a good look around Bletchley Park.  It's fascinating place, but what I wouldn't recommend is that you go on a Saturday with a temperature of 34 degrees. The husband had a 'sticky' moment with some car-park tarmac which had melted, but having peeled him off, we managed a good two hours before conceding that it was only a matter of time before the battery operated audio guide reacted most unfavorably with the rivulets of sweat running down my burst tomato face.

Having dropped daughter number two off, the husband ramped up the air conditioning and we drove to our next stop, a little pub next to a cricket pitch where we had a room booked for the night.  The husband, who had rather over imbibed at the Madness gig, pulled into the car park, and uttered those immortal words, 'I shan't be drinking tonight'.

Needless to say, two hours later we had to call a taxi to take us to my cousin's house for dinner. After eating a curry outside (still totally shocked about this) we headed back to the hotel where we fell into our four poster bed without a word.

Two nights out on the bounce?

Never again...


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