Tuesday, 1 February 2005

coming or going?

I have just finished entertaining the ladies of my local WI (five friends, no calendar) to an evening of butternut soup, corn-bread and wine (one of us is detoxing in order to increase her chances of conception, too complicated to explain, but the soup was very nice).

I have been entertaining everyone with a blow-by-blow account of my interactions with Harry-the-illuminated-one, and Tessa voiced the idea that the reason he was delayed in answering the door when I called round was because he DID REALISE I WAS COMING. And so decided to himself.

This had genuinely not occurred to me, although B says that it had to him and he didn't mention it because he thought it would squick me even more.

It has.

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