This coming Saturday evening, Tricia has bought tickets for us to go to the ‘harvest supper’ at the village hall.
The very same Saturday evening, England are playing France in the Rugby World Cup semi final.
Now, despite the kids seeming to think that I can easily be in two places at once, I am faced with the dilemma of where to be. I don’t think I will get away with ‘I am just going to the gents’ and then reappearing 90 minutes later. Not if I want to continue living with all my present appendages.
My only hope at the moment, is that most of the males at the dinner will want to be watching the rugby as well… and so, there must be something done to accommodate. I hope.
Paul's life... too boring to be of interest to anyone 
Paul have you learnt nothing in 20 years??????????????????
Debx
Deb, Tricia is always saying I am a pessimist, so I was trying some optimistic thinking for a change. In truth, I will have to sit through the event and talk about various types of chutney, or whatever you talk about a harvest supper, and miss the rugby. England will probably lose anyway.
I take it that a discreet radio wire into the ear would be out
PS can I use this in a story?
Lisa, of course! The ending will of course be crucial… do I wimp out, or go and watch the rugby ? Undecided yet.