In spite of everything I said in the last
post but one about not having a social life, I did go out yesterday, at my
neighbour’s insistence, to a Christmas tree festival in the village church. I
enjoyed it and, what’s more, I bumped into Sally and Jack whom Frog and I knew
thirty-five years ago. They’ve been working in London but have come back to the
village to live. Another circle turning 360 degrees. It must be our age. Sadly
Frog wasn’t with me as he was on the floor of the conservatory mending our
washing machine which has been out of action for two weeks.
I realise that it’s not exactly social life
per se that I avoid. It’s all the obligations and the reciprocity that go with
it. Perhaps I should be better at saying no and less good at letting other
people’s expectations influence me.
On the other hand, being sociable ain’t
half exhausting. I have to go for long walks with Dog to recover.
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