Our weekend began late Friday afternoon, with a mad dash for a train to London we were almost certain we’d miss. Jason and I were heading over to Shoreditch for Tania’s birthday, and between Jason getting stuck in close-of-day Guildford traffic, my trying-on of a thousand different outfits, and our collective inability to get out of the house without 20 minutes of needless faffing, we were running decidedly late. {That sentence there could honestly be the precursor to every single blog post I write, since the running-late routine happens so very frequently. Maybe I should copy and paste?}

We met with up Freya and Adam, Tania (of course!), and some friends, and after a glass or two of champagne at Tania’s flat, the rest of the night was spent at the pretty fabulous Beach Blanket Babylon on Shoreditch High St. It was the most fun evening- cocktails were drunk (a lychee and grape on in particular was my absolute favourite!), french fries were eaten, and dates were put in each of our diaries for a cheese & wine extravaganza at our house in a few weeks time! We chit chatted about road trips we could take this summer, about getting Teddy and Molly together for a dog-date, and about the merits of different burger joints in London {The Lucky Chip is next on our list to try!}. It was exactly the sort of evening that makes my heart happy- great friends, great conversation, all rounded off with a packet of Percy Pigs picked up from the station on our way back home. It’s basically mandatory that every night out in London be finished off with a stop in at M&S for journey-home sweets, don’t you think?

Saturday began with a trip to the gym for Jason and a lie-in for me, and panned out to be easily one of the most enjoyably laid-back weekend days we’ve had in a long time. Think Lush baths, chocolate-eating, an 80-20 split of time spent in pyjamas vs. regular clothes, and a US Office marathon. We took Teddy out mid-morning into the woods, and the spent most of the walk trying to keep him from charging after the myriad of pheasants hiding out in the tall grasses at the moment. It’s a job, I can tell you! He spends most of our walks these days with his nose either glued to the floor or twitching in the wind, and goes into a total trance when he catches scent of a pheasant. He went haring off into the undergrowth on a walk last week and with the noise and commotion that followed, I honestly thought he’d managed to catch a live one. The relief I felt when he came charging back out towards me carrying nothing more than a few sprigs of dried fern leaves stuck in his ears was pretty great!

As silly as it seems, it’s not that often that Jason and I actually get out and walk Teddy together these days. I’m up and down from London like a yo-yo at the moment, and Jason often takes Ted to training classes on a Saturday which means we don’t get to go walking together, so getting out all three of us on Saturday was the biggest treat. It’s these quiet moments that make me the absolute happiest, routine though they are. Only downside was that I’d forgotten to make up a flask of hot chocolate to bring out on our walk with us, a la this happy scene here. Next time…
 

And finally, to Sunday! It was, of course, Mother’s Day, so I spent the day at my Mum’s house enjoying a few happy hours of girl time with my Ma and sister. Mum was adamant she didn’t want gifts from us this year, but instead for us to spend the whole day together just hanging out and doing mini at-home spa treatments. And so, apart from a couple of bunches of flowers we couldn’t *not* buy, we obliged! I painted Mum’s nails (and mine too, both in Essie’s Master Plan), we did Sanctuary facemask treatments that made my skin feel like it was being stripped raw but ended up looking totally amazing, and then settled down to watch The Imitation Game whilst working our way through a box of Malteasers.

The day was particularly poignant for us since this year, since Mother’s Day fell on the anniversary of my Grandma’s passing. I kept marvelling to myself all day long about how in that very same house four years previously we’d experienced some of the saddest and hardest moments of our lives, and yet there we were, on a day that could’ve been so very sad for my Mum especially, smiling and laughing and reminiscing about my Grandma without feeling that soul-crushing sadness that stops everything else in its tracks. I know I’ve written before about how the ability of time to heal astounds me, but it’s so very true it bears mentioning once again.

Spending a day with my Mum and Francesca was totally therapeutic. We talked about silly things and the Big Stuff too, we compared our similarities and differences, challenged one another and got into heated debates and sang our new favourite song (Gypsies Tramps + Thieves by Cher) a hundred times, before rounding off the day by cooking a roast dinner that Jason came round and joined us for. It was total heaven.

How did you spend your weekend? I hope it was a lovely one! And here’s to a beautiful, cherry blossom-filled week!