Tom had the week off work last week, holidays are kind of out of our budget so we had a holiday in our own city instead.
We spent the bank holiday relaxing, having a little street party with our neighbours and seeing family. Wilf was still booked into nursery for two days so we thought we would take advantage of the fact freelance work is slow for me of late and spend sometime together as a couple. We treated ourselves to the lunch time deal at The Stable (a new pizza place in town, I would recommend!) Tom bought himself a few new shirts for his new job he landed last week and then we went for Angel Berry. I threw away my Angel Berry loyalty card after deciding to try being a vegan (back here) which didn't last longer than a few months *sigh*. I was talking to Tom the other day about the dilemma of agreeing with something morally and then not practising it. Basically I need more will power. I digress, the Angel Berry was really good.
We spent Wednesday at the Zoo (arriving at doors opening so it was not insane) we pretty much had the zoo to ourselves for at least an hour. One good thing about having a child who is an early riser I guess!
I got to spend an evening with some girlfriend (my oldest friends, coming up to 13 years, yikes!) We all agreed we were too old for crop tops and laughed about the things we wore as teenagers (think baggy flared trousers and Barbie T-shirts meant for children, topped off with some plastic colourful jewellery).
On Thursday we had one of the best day as we took Wilf blackberry picking for the first time ever. He loved it! Tom got really stuck into it too, in the best kind of 'dad' way, reaching out for the way high ones and cursing not wearing trousers (those brambles!). We got a great haul and later Wilf and I made a crumble 'together'.
All together it was a pretty fantastic week, Tom also got round to re-tiling our bathroom! These are the kind of simple memories I know I'm going to treasure for years and years to come. When we sat down to eat the crumble Wilf told us how he had picked them, how not to pick the red ones, how he 'rubbed' the 'flowers' to make the crumble. He was so proud of himself and Tom and I couldn't help but grin at each other, having a kiddo makes these simple pleasures into something amazing.