I didn’t blog it at the time, but I’ve just remembered, and the distressingness has rather struck me anew, today.
It turns out that when we spontaneously come out of church, and decide to ring Kevin’s sister to see if they fancy a visit, they’re expecting us.? I find that a bit devastating.? We genuinely think we’re being spontaneous – we hadn’t planned it, it just seemed like a nice idea at the time.? Except we’re so appallingly predictable, that they know when we’re coming.
I don’t know if I can live with being that sad.