Entry for October 10, 2007

In the old days - the days before the arrival of the little round faced people - it was possible to be spontaneous. On a quiet Thursday evening me and my Significant Other could slip out the door and stroll happily up to the Indian restaurant, or the pictures. On a whim, I could lift the phone to a pal and nip out for a couple of pints in the local.
However, those carefree days are gone. A night out now is like a military operation. Diaries must be co-ordinated at least two months in advance. Babysitters (now the most important people in the world) must be sought out, plied with gifts and secured. The narrow window of opportunity (7pm to 10.30pm) must be planned with precision - the restaurant forewarned that our starter had better be on the plate by 7.45pm or our evening will be ruined. Phones must be charged. Babies must be fed. Taxis booked.
And still we slip out the door like guilty thieves.