A weekend away. A weekend of friends and love and glorious sunshine in Norfolk.
And it only took 3hrs to get there. 3 fantastic hours with my boy, listening to his favourite punk pop CDs all the way down the A17. And as usual, as soon as we get there, it was like we’d never been away. I love the precious time I get to spend not only with my boy, but sharing him with my amazing friend and her daughter. We have made plans – plans for next year, plans to get together again soon and now my boy is old enough to babysit, plans to actually go out!
Good times. Good times.