I'll be upfront and tell you I have no idea how our brave hero is faring this weekend. I'm sure he is enjoying his usual round of walks, food, love, walks, love, walks, food, snoozes and more walks, interspersed with the odd confrontation with the cat..
I, meanwhile, am enjoying a weekend of economic action in rainy Glasgow, combined with family & friend interaction. Not all that successfully either. The economic action went very well (a brief but satisfying sprint through Ikea on the way down on Friday and a full day of non stop shopping on Saturday. Don't tell my husband.) I am down for a birthday party last night and found out there was a family 70th also on last night that I hadn't been invited to as I wasn't here. So I went to both, had a large piece of cake at the 70th, showed my face (and my new shoes) briefly then headed off to the original birthday party, arriving about 8.30.
I did think it strange that there were people milling around and some with children appeared to be leaving; the carpet in the party room was COVERED in crumbs and general detritus and they must have started in on the food as soon as they all arrived, I was only an hour late but there was little left.
After an hour of general chitchat (I was also slightly surprised at the speed at which clearly the partygoers must have been drinking they were all at a stage of general bonhomie) I discovered that I had been far more socially inept than I thought. THE PARTY STARTED AT 2PM!!
oops
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