Sadly, Husband has not (yet) allowed me to have my fourth tattoo, but I was accompanying my mother as she lost her tattoo virginity. My mother. Despite giving teenage-me stern looks when I got my first, she now has some ink of her very own.
She wanted to go to my tattooist but sadly Jessie has a 5 month waiting list, so instead got a recommendation from a work colleague. When my Mum wants something, she wants it NOW. The guy she went to was lovely and really reassuring, and gave her some good advice on placement and size. It only took about 20 minutes as she only has a little one but it does amuse me to say my 50-something mother has just got her first tattoo. I will now lecture her endlessly on how to take care of it (SPF, WOMAN!)
After this, we wandered out into the beautiful sunshine, stumbled across some guerrilla knitting/yarn bombing in Bagshot, and then did a bit of M&S shopping.
On Sunday, Husband and I did a couple of laps around Fleet Pond to take advantage of the glorious weather.
I don’t visit Fleet Pond enough considering it’s pretty much right on my doorstep, and it was lovely to get outside under many layers of factor 50.
And this afternoon has been taken up by housework whilst listening to my Eurovision playlist, gesticulating dramatically to Rise Like a Phoenix by Conchita Wurst and bouncing around to Euphoria by Loreen. A perfect way to end the weekend.