"Take me home, and don't spare the horses!

I have always wanted to say that.

Instead I just gave the taxi driver my address and took this pic as we sped past the Trafford Centre.

After a long (and a bit boring) day at work Uncle Peter was up from London and had offered to take me out to eat.
So it was in at 6.30pm, quick chat with boys, Lasagna (preped last night and in fridge) in oven, me in shower, frock on, taxi ordered, hair dried, garlic bread in oven, make up on, salad chopped, garlic bread out of oven and me into taxi at 7.30pm leaving #1boy to serve dinner.

Had a lovely meal and chat and was home at 10.30pm to wash up, say goodnight to boys and jump into bed.

So tired.
Have a lovely weekend blippers.

Here is a restaurant joke for you....

Waiter: "And how did you find your steak sir?"
Diner: "Well, I accidentally moved this tomato slice and there it was."