It will give you some idea of my social life when I tell you that, having just been invited round to lovely friends for dinner on Saturday night, I’ve put it in my diary with 2 exclamation marks.
I don’t get out much.
I mean, this evening will be very nice but it’s a bit of a duty thing, and it’s not the same as sitting round a cheery table relaxedly chatting with a few close friends, and we don’t do half enough of that and haven’t for years. We used to. It’s a long but simple story.
I went for lunch at a church last week. That was the only social event I have attended this year.
There are none in my diary (with or without exclamation marks). Your life is therefore at least 100% more exciting than mine.
Oh, Dave. I’d say something bracing, but I can’t think of it.
Could you bear to come and have lunch with us again?
You do lunches at your church, do you? We manage coffee and a biscuit if we’re lucky!
How about “brace yourself”?
Dave is being Eeyoreish, it being not even the end of January yet.
Dave was being generous and encouraging to me at his own expense and I appreciate him.
I hope it’s real coffee and chocolate biscuits, Dotterel.
Oh god, I’m a terrible person, aren’t I?
I must admit there is a little of Eeyore in me.
I wasn’t trying to cadge another meal though.
The roast beef and all the trimmings I got on Sunday (I must admit I was expecting quiche and a salad when I heard they were having a lunch at the church after my service) has set me up for the next few months.
I have a good social calendar. It’s called the pub!
Don’t remember half my social events so they must be good….hic
Not at all, dear Dandy, bracing is good. And so is Eeyore, whose greatness is only challenged by Piglet’s charm. None of the rest do I truly love.
Of course you weren’t, Dave, I didn’t think you were.
D’you know, John, time was when I propped up the bar at the Queen’s every Sunday lunchtime. Now I visit about twice a year, which is just one of the reasons I’ll be glad when I’m not a churchwarden any longer.
I think the Sage will drive home on Saturday, Preach. We have hospitable friends, but he doesn’t care for whisky which is likely to end the evening.