When my mum suggested, just before Christmas, a girls’ only weekend in Bristol I jumped at the chance. A whole weekend showing my biggest child the city her mum grew up in? A night in a hotel, with an evening meal not scuppered by an over-tired toddler? A trip to the theatre and the science museum? YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
My mum organised the whole thing and even provided a full taxi service from the door of our house to the door of the hotel. It was a really special weekend and one that I know Frog will remember as she grows up.
Weekends are funny old things. If your family’s anything like mine then your weekend will begin on Friday night, washing the week away with wine before ending up snoring on the sofa. Saturday will be spent doing chores and endless DIY jobs, while trying to squeeze in fun family time and a trip to the supermarket. By the time Sunday rolls around it feels like you blinked and it was Friday two seconds ago. And then it’s Monday, and the weekend’s gone.
These days while the kids are so small and actually want to do stuff with us are precious. In a minute they’ll be teenagers and my Saturdays will be spent ferrying them to the cinema or to hang out with their mates at a bowling alley (is that where the cool kids hang these days?). So I do always feel a bit of pressure to do fun stuff at the weekend – even if we have a gazillion other things we need to get done too. Which is why last weekend in Bristol was so special.
Our weekend started in IKEA (because, DUH, that’s OBVIOUSLY where you go when you don’t have an IKEA nearby in Devon, right?). After a lunch of the classic meatballs, we mosied along to the town centre where we soaked up every last second of the incredible Snow Queen production at Bristol Old Vic. Little known fact: Bristol Old Vic is the oldest theatre outside of London, fact fans (my mum told me that).
The rest of the weekend passed by in a blur of relaxation, eating out and multiple fun activities – as well as the obligatory driving past both of the houses I grew up in (they’ve repainted the front door, it doesn’t look like my house anymore).
You can see what we got up and meet my lovely mum in this vlog I made of the weekend – although I did have a bit of a vlogging fail. Watch to the end to see it all go wrong…