Just got back from Nanny and Grandad's and a packed Easter weekend.
Had a wedding on Good Friday.
It was pretty strange in that it was the first wedding we'd been to for a long while and the first one since ourselves and most of our friends had had children.
Instead of meeting up, getting drunk and throwing ourselves around the dance floor to the sounds of the eighties, it was a little more refined.
We all had a few drinks, but no matter how hard we tried, the comversation usually got back to what our little ones were doing.
And if the truth be known, I was probably the worst.
One of the girls had to do a 'milk run' twice during the proceedings and I, who was staying 10 minutes away from the venue, popped off at 7pm to put our little one to bed.
Call me sad but I missed the little blighter.