my being I wanted to say...
‘Come for Hogmanay!’
The phone rang this afternoon, it was our very lovely but very eccentric friend who I so dearly wanted to invite to come up and see us. Prior to the call I idly floated the idea, the husband was adamant that I shouldn’t. His excuse was because of my frailty after being poorly. Me frail!?! The very idea!
As ‘Sir Royston’ cracked on, as is his want, I did feebly (in view of my fragility obv!?!) enquire as to what they were doing for new year.
The husband who could see where this was going started doing odd things with his head... shaking it side to side. I did idly wonder whether like a dog he had got a burr in his ear? Never one to pass up on a direct veto I said
‘If you were going up to Scotland (as I know they do) you could always call unannounced!
This way ... I am dropped in the deep end and don’t feel the need to dust and do boring stuff like cleaning!’ He was certainly up for the idea. I let it hang.
Husband put the kaibosh on it when he spoke to him.
I am sorely tempted to email under cover of darkness to say...
‘ Bring your drum and cornet!’
Jamming on new year’s eve between obviously the wall to wall talk that accompanies Sir Royston.
Husband as the call ended did say
‘Remember how wiped out we are after just one day’s visit?’
I had to agree.
What’s your candid opinion?
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