To expect someone to change a routine once in a while.

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!.

Very well handled, Nelliemoser - perhaps, just perhaps, something will register this time!

I gave up with my DH years ago and just do my own thing he can come or not the choice is his. He is the one missing out on family life, and watching his grandchildren (all 8 of them) blossom. I look back and wonder what memories they will have of him. Probably of an old man who disappears up the pub at lunch time, who comes home and then reads the paper, before falling asleep.