KfW2 texted me late last night.
"What you doing this Saturday?"
"Nothing right now," I replied.
"Wanna come down to mine on Saturday for party?"
"Let me think about it"
And that was it.
Today:
"Why you not coming to mine?"
"I've not decided if I am or not yet, but I've got a three day headache and I'm not sleeping well. I don't want to say I'll go down, then have to cancel if I still feel like crap at the weekend."
She seemed satisfied with the reply, which was the honest truth. Then on the way home...
"Can I go shopping?"
I looked at her quizzically.
"For the weekend" she explained. "I'm cooking."
"Oh, at this stage, I'd say no. I'd rather not say yes then cancel. I still feel like crap."
"Well, don't ever complain that you're never invited down cos 90% of the time you refuse."
That's interesting. I never complain that I'm not invited down. I might complain that I only ever get invited down when other people are there, or it's a kiddie friendly play date or that she doesn't come out with me for a grown up night out. But me feeling like crap aside, part of me wouldn't want to go down because it's a family night - KfW2 and hers, her sis-in-law and KfW2's parents (and probably parents in law as well).
And 90% of the time, I refuse? Somehow I think she's exaggerating. 20%, I'd allow (but still think was high). Or maybe it seems higher to her because she's genuinely disappointed I don't go down more?
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