Cocktails are always best at an inappropriate time of day
We used the demolishing of the kitchen as an opportunity to take some tapas after work / school. I am channelling a dorky Hermione Grainger style sweater which was not appropriate AT ALL for a
cool tapas bar. Caspar out-dorked me however in his school uniform which has not changed since 1930. Having a cocktail at 5pm however (just the one of course!) was a fabulous idea - a pick me up and a relaxer in one glass. Caspar was super grown up and ordered Calamari and Tempura Prawns and took care with his crystal tumbler. I discovered several things - Tequila is a wonderful thing on a bleak January evening in Cumbria, this photo is proof that foreheads must grow with age and I am never wearing grey again.