My husband and I reserve some little treats for Saturday night. We have some nice take out and an ice-cream. Since we’ve had LB (Little Birdie), our social life is not what it used to be, so we look forward to our “date night” all week.
Tonight, our date night coincided with a fireworks display run by the City Council, which also featured a flyover by some fighter jets. Although it was all in the centre of the city, we are only about 6 kilometres away. In years gone by, this has been an excuse for drinks on the back deck with friends. If you lean over the railing, you can see the fireworks from our house. However, it was a different story this year.
The jets flew over just before sunset. The noise was horrendous and poor LB was terrified, which in turn upset her father, who felt unsure how best to comfort her. I was in the shower and came bounding out with a blue towel wrapped around my head, ready to save the day. As it turns out, my Marj Simpson hair-do only terrified LB more and she ended up in tears. We calmed her down, I gave her a feed and she went off to bed as normal. We went downstairs and tucked into our curry, just as the fireworks started. The display lasted half an hour. I spent the whole time terrified LB was going to wake up. Luckily, she didn’t.
You know, date night is not what it used to be!