Carl said he would let us have a printed invitation to his son-in-law's birthday party; he's been saying it for months. Of course he never did. Ailz is upset and annoyed but I'm innured to people not doing what they promise and pleased to have been handed an excuse for not going. Nothing personal; I just hate parties.
I said I would put up the Christmas tree yesterday. Of course I didn't. Maybe today. My attitude towards Christmas varies from year to year. Some years I've hated it. Last year, what with Joe living here, I put myself out and got into the festive spirit. This year I couldn't care less. Christmas is this big fuss going on somewhere in the middle distance involving the makers of luxury goods, advertisers, shopkeepers, the parents of young children and a few religious people- I don't fall into any of those categories so it's nothing to do with me.