We're going out to dinner!

How exciting, I hear you say.  Really worth blogging about...

We do eat out most weeks - we go to a pub, not our local, it's round the corner from a good mate.  It's a great pub, where we've become part of the community.  The company's good, the beer's well kept and the food's great and reasonably priced.  Of course, being four miles away someone has to drive... and for one reason and another it's usually me.  I don't mind too much, and when I do get the urge for a beer or a vino then himself is generally happy to step in and chauffeur me home, so don't think that I am too saintly or martyred about it.  We had a great evening there yesterday.

We eat with family most weekends too, we have an aged aunt who is wheelchair-bound, so the family tends to congregate where she is, and it's very jolly... but again, it's half an hour's drive away, so we take turns to drive home.  No great sacrifice, again, after what's usually a really great evening; my brother in law is a brilliant cook, the family are generally pretty good company who do like to engage in heated debate about the issues of the day and it's become an important part of our lives.

However it is nice to go out as a couple occasionally.  No guests or family, just us... nothing terribly fancy is necessary, but it's nice if we can sit down with a bottle of wine, eat something nice that I didn't have to cook, then walk home.  We don't do it very often - but tonight we're going to walk down to the town to the "new" fish restaurant (it's been there two years but we've only been there once so in our book that makes it "new"!).  We have a table booked (very organised!), there's a bath run, and himself is putting the bits and pieces of car back wherever they are supposed to be, rushing against the clock as it's nearly 5pm and it's getting dark quickly.

I am really looking forward to it!

It's so inconvenient when the kitchen  is completely unusable like this... having the washing machine and tumble dryer blocking all the space so that I can't get to the cooker, sink or fridge makes cooking a meal somewhat problematic.  The newly laid floor tiles in the area where the laundry equipment ought to be just about means that I can't even venture into the kitchen at all...  What a terrible shame.
Oh, you thought it was a romantic gesture to take me out for supper a deux?  Well, of course it is, but sometimes romance needs a little helping hand :-)