Fri eve saw Sophie's brief return from her 6 month RAF deployment in Dubai – well, really she is covering a whole lot of highly undesirable volatile middle east countries including Afghan and Iraq, so the 'based in Dubai' bit is a bit misleading – I suspect she's not quite holed up in the Jumeirah Beach sipping cocktails and paddling in the warm sea..
Anyway – we had her back for one night only – and spent it in EL Patron in Putney. Which it transpires, only sells beer and tequila – so a whole lot of tequila was consumed. And an entire host of young(ish) blondies, all averaging 5 foot five, turned out to greet her – poor Hawksey was several inches too tall and a few chromosomes out of kilter with the girly gang until luckily he was saved by the arrival of Nicky's man, Jules.
Ended up with a spot of dancing and a couple of Coronas too many as well – seem to remember making cheese toasties with Mr H about 1.30am, but I did at least look and feel better than Soph who was on the Aces hockey pitch at 10am the next morning, flailing away at a stationary ball that somehow she just kept missing…
Anyway – an unexpectedly big night and great to see Soph – only 4 more weeks and the RAF will be returning her back to us, hurrah.