When you find a friend who plies you with champagne, while giving you a pedicure, then you know you have a friend for life.
This is exactly what happened this weekend, as I headed back to Bristol – the city where I was born and raised – to spend an afternoon and evening with my oldest buddy.
Not being a multi-millionaire, having a nanny or a horde of servants, it tends to be rare that I have my tea cooked for me, let alone champagne served to me. It was lovely.
After a morning cuppa with my blogging mate Gemma and a mooch along Gloucester Road, followed by an afternoon and evening of bliss with my old school friend, I headed back home the next day feeling thoroughly looked after.
My zen-like mood must have radiated onto my toddler, because we managed an afternoon at the park with zero tantrums. And then – because it would be rude not to make the most of the sunshine – we took advantage of the outdoor barbecue at our local pub.
The detox begins next week. Maybe.