In advance of the big day, I got in touch with a couple mum friends and suggested we meet up for pints.  Sounds good, right?  It was great.  I spent the morning with my boys (was treated to a new iPod Nano & running watch, a lie in and breakfast made by someone other than ME) and then skipped off to meet up with two friends.  We spent the afternoon slinging pints, eating cheeses & oysters before stumbling home 8 (yes, 8!!!) hours later.  Bed by 11pm and not a fuzzy feeling in the head the next day!
Definitely needs to become tradition.  Definitely.
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