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Date: 26 November 2008 11:01:01
I wonder if that's what they're serving for lunch at church today.
In a few minutes I shall find out.
But one thing is for certain, there'll be someone feeling rather like chicken there, rather like chickening out and coming home. But I can't. So I won't. Cos I'll have to do it sooner or later, and I might as well be fed while doing it.
It's not my church, you see, it's the local one, the one where Dad went, the one where I'll be greeted warmly with "Hello Smudgie, haven't seen you in ages. How are the boys?" and "You're not usually at home during the morning - aren't you at work at the moment?" and "Is eldest son still getting on well at boarding school?"
I have found a nice big paper bag and think I may draw a face on it and stick it over my head. Then nobody'll notice me, will they?
Telling people is so hard.
Still, at least I have a wall to hide behind :D
And a friend coming round for coffee later. But. Yes. A friend I haven't seen for ages. A friend who will have to be told.
Bleugh!