Today was perfect. It started with a lie-in, despite having plans for the day. We then drove up to Kingston to visit some very dear friends. Dexter slept all the way, and the only imperfect moments were some traffic jams and the husband having a disagreement with the sat nav.
On arrival, we had a delicious lunch and then wellied-up and wrapped up for a lengthy yomp around Richmond Park. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and the alfresco cream tea half-way through the walk was delicious. The boy only got slightly crotchety when he was prevented from crawling round in a flower bed.
We were back in Brighton by eight o'clock. Dexter had travelled home in his pjs, and was seamlessly transferred from car seat to cot.
Dinner, catching up with 'The Voice' to fuel my increasing obsession with Will.i.am, hot bath, bed. Perfect.