Our last illness experience has left us a little tattered and gunshy. The thought of getting sick again before the arrival of the Pikelet is too much to bear. Which is why, when one of our friends that were going to come to dinner last Friday said they had a chest infection, M raised his eyebrows…
It hadn’t even rated with me, but once I thought about it, I was happy to be the messenger of of destruction. I emailed them and said that with two and a half weeks to go, I didn’t want to hang out with someone with a chest infection – could we make it some other time? I got no response.
By late Friday morning I was starting to sweat it, so I texted them and asked if they had received my email about cancelling. “Got it,” was the two word reply. And that was that. I was feeling the antipathy vibes. *Shrugs* I felt a little bit bad, and maybe a little bit precious, but then I spoke to Small Brother who didn’t think it was at all weird. I can only assume that the response is down to the fact that our friends are the kind of people whom you have to book a few months ahead because their schedule is so tight…?
Anyway, M sent off a conciliatory chatty kind of email, and got a very minimalistic response. So. It feels as if we are in the bad books. Unfortunately, I don’t feel like I’ve been unreasonable. Have I?