Hitting the bottle like mum

It was mine and the boys unofficial anniversary today (8 years since first date) and so we went for tapas in Birmingham while Nanny and Grandad took care of Esther. I don't know what possessed us to take a bottle of wine on a Sunday (it's bring your own!) but after two glasses I was drunk!

This meant poor Esther had to go without boob for a few more hours and had to have a bottle in our return. I'll think she'll survive.