I think we have had a thread about something similar, but if I may, I would like to run something past you.
A few years ago a woman moved into our village apparently just after an acrimonious split with a man she had moved here to be near. She got involved in a couple of things I was also involved in, but I didn't take to her as she was very self obsessed and eager to create the "right " impression -name dropping, telling us about her exotic travels, successful children etc etc, I suspect out of insecurity. Didn't bother me much as she was still working, but now she has retired she is much more "in my face". A mutual friend got her into the book club I have belonged to for getting on for 20 years and a couple of good friends left, pleading lack of time.
She dominates meetings, usually talking about herself or gushing about people's houses, rarely reads the book(!) but has now started organising cinema trips which I say I can't do because of DH's various appointments, but really because I don't want to spend time in her gushy, " me, me, me, " company! I feel she is muscling in on my friends who are clearly enthralled by her personality or too nice to step back. She came to the area desperate for another man and had a few unsuccessful goes at Internet dating and one of the very first things that put my back up was the way she fluttered her eyes at anything in trousers, including the husband of one of my friends. I have never breathed a word about that as it might just have been her manner. I also know that she has said that she finds this village boring and can't wait to sell her house and move to somewhere livelier in a cultural sense. Puts us in our place then!
Anyway, to cut to the chase, I made an excuse to miss our last book club, although actually it was because she had been very brusque, rude even, to me ! I suspect she knows I am not impressed by her fancy boasting, so, because I would rather not see her, do I miss out on things I enjoyed, and company I like? Can I just hope she finds a buyer soon and shakes the dust off her heels?
Life is too short for petty bickering, but this is so much like playground politics, I find it hard to believe that at 67 I am letting it bother me!!
By special request, let’s discuss our favourite Classic Music and why?







