Sometimes we venture out to dinner. There are a few nice local pubs/restaurants around here and we like them all.

This afternoon, we took our old girl, d’Artagnan, to be microchipped. Last time we had her scanned, they couldn’t find the chip; they said it had fallen out (how? Where?). Today, our vet nurse found the chip. It has moved along her back over the past 12-13 years… And we took her home in the comforting knowledge that she is safely chipped :)

So we decided to eat dinner out. It seemed like a good idea. Our stove wouldn’t have been very hot when we got home. Cooking just seemed too strenuous. Plus, Monte’s kickboxing was cancelled and it’s the end of my working week, so why not take it easy at our local pub by the river?

Here are some photos.

Elora is all class, eating chips (is she really almost one year old already?):

Matthew checked out the book catalogues, having recently been praised at school for his excellent reading and number skills!

Georgie was being very grown up, having just been to dance rehearsal, where she was told she’d be dancing centre-stage:

Monte is just gorgeous:

And there’s me. Dining out with my trio of happiness and the man of my dreams…

And I’ll leave you with this; a precious baby girl conveying her surprise after eating a spoon of Icecream: