My first date...

So, last night C and I went on our first post-natal date.
Little M was left shnuggled up warm as toast with his granny and grandpa-Nige, while we went out into the cold wintery evening to check out a house (we're still homeless) and then to have a spot of dinner.
So, it wasn't exactly a dinner date but rather some time alone, just me and me darlin'.
We went to Jakes at Steenberg which was really good. Nice bottle of wine, some calamari, a burger and... oh sh!t my phone is ringing...
It my home number... that can only mean one thing... don't panic..
M is screaming his little lungs out. Now, to put this in perspective, this kid hardly cries. Gran is beside Nige who is beside himself...
I got the bill, wolfed down the last few mouthfulls of my burger, downed my wine, corked the half bottle and ran after my wife who was already trying to get into the car.
We barely stopped moving when she was out and into the house... and there he was in Granny's arms with a biiig smile for mommy...

Poor Gran has now lost her confidence as a baby sitter, which doesn't bode well for our future attempts at dates...
We'll just have to convince her it was teething or a blocked nose or some other common baby ailment.

That dirty weekend away will just have to wait...