Yesterday I met some friends for brunch. Except two of them didn’t come – one because her baby kept her awake half the night (fair enough) and the other because someone had pranged her new car. I got mildly ratty by the time the second person cancelled, partly because I was off to go for a run and every time I thought I was ready to head off, there was a PING! from my phone.
Plus, I’d messaged them all the night before to say “RIGHT, YOU ARE ALL COMING, AREN’T YOU?!?!?!?” Also, I ended up changing the booking at the restaurant three times (which was embarrassing) – the first time was to increase the number of people and to make it a time that would suit one of the group better, the second was to reduce the number of people from six to four and the third was to say that, actually, there were now only going to be three people. The lady on the phone was kind and said that it’s only a problem if I wanted to increase the number in the party – they get so busy on Sundays that having fewer people is no problem.
Thankfully, the other two people still came and we had a lovely time. We ended up drinking two bottle of English sparking wine, had roast beef / lamb and we all had pudding.