If I look quite mellow and chilled out in this photo it’s probably because I’d just shared a bottle of Prosecco with the mister over lunch, on what turned out to be the hottest day. Dressed in our summer threads, we were out celebrating Greig’s birthday and pretending, just for a couple of hours, that we were those two young, slightly louche individuals who met and fell in love before they had kids. However, keeping an eye on your watch for the school run keeps you in check!
We went to Jamie’s Italian; mainly because Jamie had very kindly emailed Greig to offer him a free bottle of birthday Prosecco and not ones to look a gift horse in the mouth we accepted (the marketing works). Plus, I just love our local branch as it has an amazing sun terrace and we really fancied cold meats and salads that day.
The timing was good as the new summer menu had just launched a couple of days earlier so, as well as a complimentary appetizer of arancini risotto balls, we ordered olives on ice (it was boiling after all), bread and oils plus two of the new epic salads on offer. Greig had the Braesola and I had the salmon, which came with the most beautiful radish slices plus beetroot, celeriac, green apples and seeded crispbread. Surprisingly filling, it looked and tasted fab. By the way, Greig has paint all over his hands as he’d been decorating the girls’ bedroom – he definitely had to earn his birthday lunch! Believe it or not, when we first arrived we found the sun terrace full – everyone had the same idea as us – but it had become so hot by then I didn’t fancy sitting in the direct heat. Call me a spoil sport but I can’t enjoy my food when my forehead is burning! In any case we had the table right beside the terrace so we did that ‘indoors outdoors’ thing which I love. Just as well because half way through lunch there was a thunder storm and huge, fat sploshes of warm rain started to fall. That kind of rain is pretty nice actually but not when you’re eating and everyone rushed indoors.
I think I enjoy daytime dates with the mister even more than evenings (when I’m conscious of getting back to the babysitter who is also adding to the cost of our night out). Cheeky lunches while the kids are at school/nursery feel naughty but nice; a stolen moment in the day when we can just be a couple. Add in mediterranean-style food, balmy weather and good music and well, we could almost pretend we were on a mini, child-free holiday. Although we always end up talking about the kids.
Speaking of which, we had to wolf down our melting ice creams and cut our stroll a little short so we could pick them up after school. But that’s what makes short moments sweet I guess. Besides, I was already getting a Prosecco headache by then. This is why I should never drink at lunchtime, especially on a hot, thundery day! Needless to say, Greig was more than fine!
Happy birthday mister. Sorry about the grey hair but you’ll always be my toyboy xx