Life's too Short.
You may recall Barbara or friend 'A' - the eccentric one who (unlike my scintillating friends B, C and D) is seriously lacking in social skills.
We had arranged to go for a walk. She rang me and said she would be delayed as 'she still had two cups of tea to drink'. See what I mean?
Lunch in Uppermill was planned. Friend 'A' doesn't like pubs so we ended up in a pretentious little bistro. Our order of pesto and mozzarella ciabattas was taking far too long to arrive - so I called over the waiter and ordered a glass of white wine 'Be a good chap and make it very dry, very cold and very quick' says I .
Friend (?) 'A' gave me a killer look and said (for all to hear) 'Oh NO Kaz you aren't having WINE again are you??? It's sooo bad for you.
In reply to which I said (without counting to 10!) "Barbara - would you like a slap?"
We finished the meal in silence, walked home in silence and parted in silence.
This happened some time ago, since when no phone calls or e mails have been exchanged. But last week I was reminded about the long running feud between the Charlton brothers.
How could Bobby - who had survived the Munich air disaster, held the scoring records for both England and Manchester United, been awarded European Player of the year 3 times and won the 1966 World Cup single handed - be so small minded that he wouldn't speak to his own brother?
So - last Thursday I picked up the phone.
Yesterday friend 'A' and I went for a pleasant walk - no drink was taken and my conscience is clear.