Haha fooled you! Of course I'm going to tell the world about your Dad's Day Out, it's just so much fun seeing the wobbling lower lip and the "don't kick me again" puppy eyes when you think I'm being horrid!!
The Dads set out yesterday to meet at Clapham Junction, where they received an envelope containing the Application Forms for a Day Out which they had failed to submit to the Management Commitee. So I had filled them out, allowing them 8 units of beer, and allowing them to speak to females only if they were bar or waiting staff. They also had to promise not to switch their mobiles off after 2 pints, nor attempt to breed like rabbits when they eventually staggered home. I had also enclosed an envelope for each of them marked "Beer Money" which contained £5 in Monopoly money. Strangely, none of them managed to spend that.
All 3 of them failed dismally on the 8 units of alcohol section (DH claimed he'd misread it, thinking it actually said 8 pints), but they all managed to keep their mobiles switched on. As for the breeding section, any comments from the better halves????
DH made it to the cinema, didn't fall asleep, didn't run to the loo half a dozen times, and continued on to the pub for a mini-school reunion - one girl he used to know has become a medium, his comment was "I remember her more as a large".
Hangovers this morning appeared to be of manageable proportions, so all has been forgiven. Thanks to S. and P. for taxi services and final comment to DD1 - "Daddy's very silly when he's been drinking beer, isn't he Mummy?"