WELL...

... Last night we had surprise visitors. At least they were a surprise to ME. Charles had, apparently, invited the couple over the road, who I had never even cast eyes on, around to ours for Saturday night drinks and nibbles, but the first I knew of this was when the doorbell rang and this odd couple walked in. Only then did Charles recollect having a conversation earlier in the week. Mind you, he didn't exactly apologise for putting me in an awkward position. Drinks? Nibbles? What nibbles? Then again,it was something of a double whammy for Charles and it involved offering our left over Indian meal to our neighbours, me being appalled at the very idea, and then answering the phone to the neighbour who Charles had clearly already approached with the idea, saying it was too good an offer to miss. Honestly, the communication round here is abysmal. I now feel as though I need to question him every time he's been out, just in case we are about to be inundated by a host of waifs and strays.