Friday champagne

This week has seen a big work/life imbalance in favour of work that I let happen again.
Prior to this January I had got to the stage where I put work first. 

I'd been doing it for 3 years. It meant I had no hobbies in the week. If I arranged to meet a friend I'd always be 30 minutes late. This was my own doing as I allowed myself to prioritise work and just got stuck in the rut. 

I feel bitter about it now especially as one of those friends is now in Dubai so no mid-week drinkies for us anytime soon.
 
Since Jan, I've got my yoga and zumba. On those days, I have to leave at a certain time to make the classes.
This week I missed both and I'm annoyed with myself about it. Next week I'll get back with the programme.

On Friday, I was planning on meeting a friend at San Carlo Cicchetti, which is their Italian "tapas" branch. I was so looking forward to it - I was going to go for the seafood options and try and resist the melanzana parmigiana.

My girl was at a boozy work lunch that lingered on so I met her on the terrace at Epernay. They'd been enjoying the porn star martinis. I had the car so allowed myself one glass of the house champagne. 

I had a sip of the porn start martini but its passion fruit and I'm not keen on fruit cocktails. The rest of the menu looked immense and I am so going to get a cocktail next time I'm on the razz in town.

I ducked out early as being a sober gatecrasher of someone else's works do is pointless.
Instead of my tapas, I had a mozzarella pizza and a honey yoghurt from tesco. 

Tonight - to the teatro! SOOO pleased all weekend activities involve nocturnal indoor fun - me and Mr Rain think as one. A review for you tomorrow.

Speak then, Sunny x

PS -  The D Day memorials have been tremendous. We continue to remember them.