On the evening of the 13th, we went out to dinner. It was pretty simple ... just a meal in an "English" Pub, the Sherlock Holmes, which is just a couple of blocks from our house.
We fed Alex before we left home, and got there about 6.45. It was the earliest I've eaten for a long time! Usually I put Alex to bed (which can take until 9pm) before I cook dinner. Of course Duncan and I were there, as well as Aunty Emma and Liz, who hadn't been able to make it to Alex's party on the weekend. I think we headed home about 8.30pm. Poor wee Alex was shattered, he didn't want to be in the pram so Duncan carried him on his shoulders, but he could barely keep his head up.
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