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shewhomustWe have, quite late in the day, cried off a social engagement which has been in the diary for some time; with mixed feelings, but predominantly relief.
I don't really think I have Fear of Going Out: we went out very cheerfully to the pub quiz last night (and that's a story in itself). Tonight's party was an altogether grander affair, a book launch and celebration: some people we were looking forward to seeing, but knowing we would have to share them with a whole lot of other people. The plan had grown more complicated: we were going to meet friends (who would also be going to the party) for dinner, and go back to spend the night with them after...
Meanwhile, we are also preparing for a visit from the elder Great-Nephew and his girlfriend, so there's housework to be done and catering to be planned ahead of that. It should be a fun visit, but I'm a little nervous (house guests who are not familiar with the peculiarities of the house! People whose dietary requirements are unknown! How will we entertain them...?). Defrosting the fridge may have been over-ambitious, but it was dripping internally, so - anyway, an overnight away seemed a complication too far.
Last night's pub quiz is also a story of absenteeism. Our Friend the Quizmaster is taking a short holiday, which ought not be a problem, because the schedule had the Other Quizmaster on duty. But the Other Quizmaster failed to materialise. Fortunately, Our Friend the Quizmaster keeps an emergency quiz behind the bar (this tells you quite a lot about Our Friend the Quizmaster), and a volunteer was found - or, I suspect, a regular was to some extent coerced - to read the questions and mark the answers, and we were very satisfactorily quizzed (we won).
I don't really think I have Fear of Going Out: we went out very cheerfully to the pub quiz last night (and that's a story in itself). Tonight's party was an altogether grander affair, a book launch and celebration: some people we were looking forward to seeing, but knowing we would have to share them with a whole lot of other people. The plan had grown more complicated: we were going to meet friends (who would also be going to the party) for dinner, and go back to spend the night with them after...
Meanwhile, we are also preparing for a visit from the elder Great-Nephew and his girlfriend, so there's housework to be done and catering to be planned ahead of that. It should be a fun visit, but I'm a little nervous (house guests who are not familiar with the peculiarities of the house! People whose dietary requirements are unknown! How will we entertain them...?). Defrosting the fridge may have been over-ambitious, but it was dripping internally, so - anyway, an overnight away seemed a complication too far.
Last night's pub quiz is also a story of absenteeism. Our Friend the Quizmaster is taking a short holiday, which ought not be a problem, because the schedule had the Other Quizmaster on duty. But the Other Quizmaster failed to materialise. Fortunately, Our Friend the Quizmaster keeps an emergency quiz behind the bar (this tells you quite a lot about Our Friend the Quizmaster), and a volunteer was found - or, I suspect, a regular was to some extent coerced - to read the questions and mark the answers, and we were very satisfactorily quizzed (we won).
