Weekend four - Girls just wanna have fun!

This weekend was going to be the longest number of days I'd spent at home since I started working and living in Leicester. I had been able to leave work on Thursday to see Tunji off as well as arrange to 'work from home' on Friday.

Apart from a short telephone conference call meeting about 1pm, I was free to do as I pleased. Kitan goes to nursery on Friday too so I had a bit of a lie in. Admittedly, my laptop was switched on and on my bedside table, I had a lazy morning just chilling.

By 3:30pm, I went to get Kitan from nursery and took him home for his late afternoon meal. After playing at home with him for a few hours, we went to a friend's house a few streets away to play with her 2 year old daughter.

While there, about 5:30pm, my friend Ronx called asking if I wanted to go shopping to House of Fraser in the West End. "Sure!" I cried... I'd just been paid and for the first time in ages, I had some serious money all to myself. No over-cautious hubby around telling me to be sensible and after a bonding day with Kitan, I could hand him over guilt-free to Dominique - afterall that's what she's there for.

Ronx picked me up about 6:30pm and we got to House of Fraser just after 7pm, they closed at 8pm so we did not have much shopping time left. Ronx wanted an expensive new coat and we found the perfect one at Coast, the best quality wool in red and white - and only £95! Reduced from £220 - so that was a bargain. I was tempted to get one myself but if was going to be honest, I already had one in a similar colour. I was looking out for a pair of low heeled black leather boots, not too pointy in front that it'll kill me to walk. I did see lots of lovely boots but none that would go round my calves. Drats!!! Anyway, I found other things to splurge one - a lip fixative from Guerlain to keep lipstick on all day (£16)and a lip gloss applicator from Fashion Fair (£12).

Was that all? It seems I could not have a mad spending binge if I tried. After so long spending hubby's money ever so carefully, I'd forgotten what it was like to splash out... just because.

Anyway, it was now closing time and we had to leave. We got back to where we parked the car and was driving off to find somewhere to eat when we passed Debenhams and noticed it was still open. Woo hoo! We swung into a side street, parked and ran in. When we checked, it was open till 9pm, so that gave us some more shopping time.

I decided to get my act together and flex that card... by the time we left, I'd bought a black pinstripe suit, a mustard yellow funky top, a pair of grey check trousers and God knows what else! Ronx bought some more stuff too.

Bulging with bags, we left with a satisfied smug grin on our faces. Nothing bonds 2 girls like shopping. In the midst of inspecting the merchandise, we had shared our joys and frustrations then counselled each other, then shoppped some more! It was great.

By now we were starved, Ronx drove us to Ping Pong - a delightful Chinese restaurant specialising in Dim Sum. She and other friends had been here before and had raved about the food, so I was especially pleased to be here to sample the delights for myself. Despite needing to book on a busy Friday night which we hadn't, we were quickly ushered to seats thus beginning our Dim Sum extravaganza - delicate parcels of meat, chicken, pork, crab, lobster and God knows what else were delivered to our table with a myriad of dips. It was yummy beyond words. I ordered a martini cocktail and then another (I'm so ashamed of myself - NOT) - Ronx had a non-alcoholic cocktail because she was driving but you would not know to look at her, she was 'merrier' than I was. Infact, we were such a jolly pair, the fact that we found the car clamped when we left the restaurant did not dampen our mood one bit. "It's only money eh?" we said laughing. We called them up, paid up and they sent the 'clamp remover' man over.

Ronx dropped me off just after midnight and I went straight to bed.

Saturday was fun too. Woke up, played with Kitan, cooked then Dominique took him to the high street for a bit of fresh air, while I chilled at home catching up on my recorded programmes.

My friend Jos had delivered a baby boy the week before and I had planned to go over and see Mummy and baby on the Sunday after church with Kitan. Ronx was going to be coming along with us too. I remember going to Jos' wedding several years before and I know she had been trying since then to get pregnant. I know of that struggle all too well and truly rejoiced with her at God's goodness. After church, I picked up Ronx and off we went, getting to Jos' house about 2:30pm. The baby was gorgeous with a mass of straight black hair. The only problem was Kitan won't let me carry the baby. He cried anytime I tried saying "Mine, mine" - that is, his mummy is his and no one elses. Everyone else there found it very amusing and asked him if he wants his mummy to have another baby, to which he replied with a loud emphatic "No" - lucky for him I'm not terribly keen myself.

We left about 5:30pm, dropped Ronx off and went on home. I did not realise how tired I was and was dozing off while watching TV. My cousin (who's living with me) very kindly took Kitan off, bathed him then dressed him for bed. I fed him his dinner and put him to bed by 8pm.

I decided not to head off to Leicester that night... I was too tired. I just got my stuff together and set my alarm for 5:15am so as to make my way by 6am.