Last night I asked Julia what time her brother was arriving.
“Oh, it won’t be too early.”
That alerted me to the fact that she hadn’t actually fixed a time, but, confident that she knew what she was doing I slept the sleep of a man with a clear conscience. I even managed to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep…
You’ve guessed the rest haven’t you?
Fortunately we were planning an informal day, as you don’t get much more informal than meeting your guests whilst wearing a nightshirt.
It’s been a good day, featuring wide-ranging conversations on a number of subjects that indicate we’re getting older, and we’ve found time to fit in a certain amount of cold meat, cheese, snacks, nuts and dates.
My waistband is no longer as slack as it once was.
My brother-in-law used to arrive for visits before 7 am as he liked to drive through the night from Manchester.
I can see the logic in that. 🙂
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Sounds the best way to be, informal! Good you are enjoying this festive season and greetings to you.
It’s been fun. 🙂
Buy overalls, no real waist markings, and who says those side buttons need doing?
🙂 Good plan.
Cheese and conversation are the hallmarks of civilisation.
I can’t argue with that. 🙂
Should have stayed in the nightshirt – plenty of room for expansion!
Yes, but as Juliahas pointed out – it is a rather alarming sight! 🙂
We, too, were uncertain as to our guests’ ETA yesterday. For a while we speculated that we might have got the day wrong 🙂
As I get older I find myself wondering things like that… 🙂