He had the grace to look a little uncomfortable then. "Well, we did say we should have them round and I didn't think they'd answer the email." I am left pondering the questionable logic of this statement and the realisation that he is not joking.
"Right then," I said as I struggled, and failed, to strike the nonchalant and flexible attitude, "then I would say, what were you thinking of asking them without even mentioning to me that you were doing it!!!" (Or words to that effect.) And then we had an animated conversation about communication and male lack of.
It wasn't a problem in itself at all but I didn't really want to be up till all hours on Saturday night when I would be getting up at 5am this morning to accompany Keith to the car boot sale again. Still, it was done now and we had a very pleasant and enjoyable evening.
This was followed by bed at some unearthly hour and a broken night's sleep lasting a total of four hours - yes, that's right FOUR HOURS!
Mind you, I've made up the other four this afternoon since we came home. Seems that I can't cope with late nights of wild socialising any more. In fact, maybe not even late nights of any socialising. OK so I don't do late nights too well.
But I'm not the only one...Listen and you may hear the snores...