I was hoping to sneak off to the Ally Pally for the afternoon for the London model railway show but that suggestion didn’t go down very well, next idea was the boat race, I should have saved my breath on that one. She’s now wanting to show me a picture in The National Portrait Gallery to see a painting with one of her ancestors in it.
I suppose she has a point though, if I went out drinking I’d only come back smelling of beer talking utter bollocks, and sleeping all the way home whilst farting in my sleep on the train.
Thanks again for the offer but sometimes it’s just not worth it.