Sinking into the Jacuzzi, we clinked our glasses through the bubbles.
‘Cheers ladies,’ I said, taking a sip of Prosecco.
‘Happy Saturday!’ my friend Chloe, 26, cheered.
It was 24 February 2018, and I’d spent the day with Chloe, her mum, a couple of her mum’s friends, and my son Charlie, then four.
We had a girly day out shopping before heading back to Chloe’s mum’s house for a drink and a soak.
But now, things were starting to wind down.
Chloe and I weren’t ready to call it a night just yet.
‘Shall we head out for a drink?’ Chloe asked, grabbing a towel.
‘Definitely,’ I giggled, drying my hair.
We decided to head somewhere for a proper catch up, away from the parents.
After touching up our makeup,…
