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shewhomust) wrote2025-01-26 06:38 pm
shewhomust) wrote2025-01-26 06:38 pm
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The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men...
As the man himself said.
We lunched today with F. This was the meal to which she had invited us for Twelfth Night, which did not happen at the time because of conflicting plans, and then snow. When F. proposed that we dine with her and J. on the 25th,durham_rambler suggested that, being Scottish, she should make it a Burns Night supper. F. was not enthusiastic, and J. was not free on the night, because C. was coming from Carlisle to spend the weekend with her, and the two of them had tickets for a concert at the cathedral. It was C. who introduced us to F., long, long ago, so including her in the party was the opposite of a problem, and we settled for lunch today.
Only it seems that C. has never been to a Burns Night supper, and the idea had caught her imagination. So we agreed (while F. wasn't listening, because she seemed actively opposed to the idea) that C. should extend her weekend visit, and she and J. should come to us tomorrow, and we would provide neeps and whisky and haggis and an Address thereto, though less than authentically pronounced.
Then, of course, Storm Eowyn arrived. And messages from C. with videos of her garage roof about to take off, and apologies, and she really didn't feel she could leave home at present (not to mention trying to cross the Pennines...). Which is disappointing but very sensible. And the remnants of the weekend's plans go ahead: J. enjoyed her concert, we all enjoyed our lunch - and J. will stay here overnight tomorrow, so that's an actual gain. But it all feels very fragmented.
Oh, well. Here's a word from our sponsor:
We lunched today with F. This was the meal to which she had invited us for Twelfth Night, which did not happen at the time because of conflicting plans, and then snow. When F. proposed that we dine with her and J. on the 25th,
durham_rambler suggested that, being Scottish, she should make it a Burns Night supper. F. was not enthusiastic, and J. was not free on the night, because C. was coming from Carlisle to spend the weekend with her, and the two of them had tickets for a concert at the cathedral. It was C. who introduced us to F., long, long ago, so including her in the party was the opposite of a problem, and we settled for lunch today.Only it seems that C. has never been to a Burns Night supper, and the idea had caught her imagination. So we agreed (while F. wasn't listening, because she seemed actively opposed to the idea) that C. should extend her weekend visit, and she and J. should come to us tomorrow, and we would provide neeps and whisky and haggis and an Address thereto, though less than authentically pronounced.
Then, of course, Storm Eowyn arrived. And messages from C. with videos of her garage roof about to take off, and apologies, and she really didn't feel she could leave home at present (not to mention trying to cross the Pennines...). Which is disappointing but very sensible. And the remnants of the weekend's plans go ahead: J. enjoyed her concert, we all enjoyed our lunch - and J. will stay here overnight tomorrow, so that's an actual gain. But it all feels very fragmented.
Oh, well. Here's a word from our sponsor: