I am at an age which means when I am invited to a party, I secretly hope that I cannot attend. I hope for a gig in my diary or something, anything which means I don’t have to attend an event which will be too loud and where I am likely to spend too much time with people I don’t want to spend as much time with.
But there are exceptions to this rule, like a birthday celebration this weekend which I am happy to attend, even though it is on a Sunday evening. If ever there is a staying in evening, it is Sunday, surely.
