So this Friday I am heading out. Out out. Like to a bar. But gone are the days when I can just finish work, top up my lipstick, and head straight to the bar to meet my pals. These days going out can feel more akin to a military operation. It requires precision planning. I am reliant on Mr Grey getting home in good time from work. I'm reliant on the Grey offspring actually being semi compliant and eating their dinner and getting their pjs on. I'm totally lost as to what I'll wear, as my wardrobe these days is full of school run appropriate clothing. I don't spend money on going out clothes because it's a bad investment since I hardly ever go out out. On the plus side, once I am out I will indeed be a cheap date. Two G&Ts and no doubt I'll be two sheets to the wind. But first things first, I need to climb into the cupboard of doom and find my not so battered trainers that have been left neglected at the back of the shoe wrack waiting for such a time as I might have the occasion to wear them.
Wish me luck!
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