I'm off out tonight to join others for a 60th birthday surprise meal for a friend. In fact, she only lives across the road but we see each other once a year if we're lucky. And then it's usually in Sainsburys. That's the problem when children grow up and don't need collecting from school, and mums go out to work; we lose touch with each other.
Husband is staying home - it's a girls' night out - and cooking his own dinner. He's having haggis that was discovered in my spring clean of the pantry. My uncle bought it back from Scotland for us about 2 years ago and it passed its Best Before date in March.
Ach, it's tinned; it'll be fine. And Husband has the malt whisky with which to toast it.