Me and my Teddy

Our little puppy, Teddy, has arrived. At 2.5 lbs and eight weeks old, he is a Maltese with more joie de vivre and love than bodyweight. For his VIP arrival I donned Old Gold, put on all my jewels and teased my hair into a bouffant. JK! (Just Kidding) as the kids would say -  we had a James Bond party that same night.

Me and Teddy on the back patio

Teddy must be the busiest little creature ever and the most enthusiastic. "Going to put out the garbage? Can I come? Can I come?" Then: "Oh neat! here you are back again! Yay! Yay!" Then: "Oh look: windy day! windy day!Look how it blows hair up your bum!" As a mother with two teens and two teens-in-waiting he is so refreshing.

Teddy and Cy

Jackson, Teddy and Cy

Teddy and Tallulah

I'm exhausted, though. Teddy sleeps 12 hours a night and four hours a day. But as with a baby, I can't leave him. (Yes, I know everyone warned me but I didn't believe them...)

It has to be said my exhaustion might also have had something to do with the James Bond party (a school fundraiser) over the weekend.

Friends Curtis and Lesley - Mrs and Mrs Goldfinger - at the Bond party

Mr Goldfinger, OddJob and me

You know how I said at my 50th birthday I might have finally grown up? I didn't drink too much or embarrass myself or others. Yeah. This weekend not so much...

I decided to wear Old Gold, an ankle-length bridesmaid dress my mother made for me 15 years ago. It was feeling a bit tight this time (too much enjoyment of life) which made me nervous, as it's prone to splitting up the back. It was a two-pair-of-Spanx night for sure.

Whilst dancing at the party I suddenly had a vision. "Let's do the Dirty Dancing lift move!" I yelled to my husband. (You know that move Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey practised in the lake for hours. Also repeated recently by Ryan Gosling in Crazy Stupid Love.)

My husband had not heard. There was the run-up, there was the leap in the air! Aaand - miss.  There were legs and arms flying. And we both landed on the dancefloor.

"Don't worry" my friend reassured me "you couldn't see your two pairs of Spanx...too much. By the way your dress is split up to your butt."

Most husbands would have grabbed their wife and slunk off into the corner. Not mine. "Let's have another go" he said. The second attempt was pathetic rather than triumphant, but no falling over this time. Taking pity on us, friends spontaneously raised me up onto Kevin's shoulders...finally the lift, but no spin. Something to aim for another evening.

Me and Kevin: Old Gold goes out shaken and stirred

Any choreography in your weekend? (which seemed such a good idea at the time...)