So, after 8 long weeks of separation, solitary drinking, taking the rubbish out on my own, several fights via text message and quite a few sniffy phone calls, oh and quite a lot of hard work, Hubby finally passed his very, very hard final exam. Woohoo! We went out with his instructors to celebrate who told me that this is the hardest thing he’ll ever do. I know, I know, but this is an anonymous blog so I can’t tell you what he does. Rest assured though, that he’s a clever old beaver and it’s something to do with being high up. Nope, that’s all you’re getting.

So yesterday we decided to go out with me Mam and the kids to celebrate. And celebrate we did, in fine style at TGI Friday’s. I was mightily impressed, I must say. We started with cocktails: I had a Cosmopolitan made with Absolut Kurant, a kind of fruity vodka, and me Mam went with a classic Martini. #2 had a November Sea breeze: cranberry, apple and lime topped with soda, and #1 went for a Pineapple Sunshine: pineapple, orange and passion fruit juices also mixed with soda. Hubby, on a rather scary high, sampled a few of the cocktails, including a fabulous Lynchburg Lemonade, named after the birthplace of Jack Daniels: a rather yummy mix of JD, some orange liqueur and lemonade; chasing up with a rather weird blue Bubblegum Shooter (orange and banana liqueurs mixed with Baileys and yes, it really does taste like bubblegum) and peaking with an Uncle Vanya, a mix of vodka, blackberry liqueur and citrus juices. We then soaked up all that alcohol with some fantastic food, starting with nachos all round with guacamole, sour cream and salsa, crispy battered shrimp, the most enormous burgers you’ve ever seen, sides of garlic bread, onion rings and coleslaw and then some ludicrously enormous puddings. Hubby and I shared a popcorn brownie sundae: the biggest dish you’ve ever seen crammed with chocolate brownie chunks, hot fudge & caramel sauce, vanilla flavour ice cream & sticky toffee popcorn. Oh and it’s all topped with whipped cream and more brownies.

Don’t be too jealous, we suffered for it later, especially Hubby whose burger repeated on him impressively for several hours afterwards. Still, all that hard work deserved some celebration and let’s face it, indigestion’s a small price to pay. Well done, darling. We’re very proud xx

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