Just an update on this. On Monday when DH had said he couldn't visit DD this Friday. I decided to keep the day free as well as there was stuff I really needed to do at home.
This morning I went off weekly shopping at 9ish. then drove to the carpet shop to get some samples for a newly decorated room. When my mobile rang I stopped, parked up and called DH back. This was 10:30 am.
"Oh" says DH, "what time were you planning to going to go to DDs". "I know I said I wanted to go to table tennis."
"Oh!" said I. If I had gone it would have been much earlier than this, but you didnt want to give up your table tennis!" I then ended the call.
Just after lunch he raised the subject again.
"I though't you had arranged to go" said he!
"No" said I "You were being awkward about not wanting to drop your table tennis."
"Well it would have been a good opportunity" says he!
I can tell you Gransnetters, that I remained calm! Not one Very Very Rude Word left my lips. (While he was in the house.)
I did though do my best to make it quite clear that I was not taking any responsiblity for this fiasco that I felt it was his fault for pratting about and not mine.
Until the next time then!.
I've got another 'keen'... Ouch!
Well Labour’s “patriotism” didn’t last very long, did it? 🇬🇧
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.
What are these orange stains that have appeared on my hands overnight?