Popped out last night for a spot of Secret Santa & supper, to the Castle pub in Tooting. Luckily they have a decent sized covered patio as well as a line of high ceiling outdoor 'huts' – very spacious for the max of 6 that is now the rule.
Mr H and I got there first – we didn't fancy the bus so I drove – something I would never have chosen to do before all this, but for now, seems to be the best plan.
We played the Secret Santa where you pick a number and choose a present from the pile in that order – with each subsequent person being allowed to look at the gift they have picked and then choose whether to keep it or to swap it with anyone who went before them. I picked my number from the bag last – and nailed the precious number 6!
So snaffled Sophie's wooden mini game and Mr H nicked the little cycle rides book that had been bought with him in mind anyway.
Plenty of wearing of the inflatable antlers and we managed to only let Scrumpy destroy two of the inflatable hoops – god can that dog rip the little rubbery closures off those pretty sharpish..
All over by 10pm and home in time to scoff the advent choc and wish we could do more things like the again soon x x