I've got my Church Carol Service again tonight.
The last one didn't go so well, although I did manage to stay put, the idea of going to another one doesn't feed me with much enthusiasm. I'll go, Mr C is looking forward to it and we really don't get out that much these days.
It's the people that make me feel uncomfortable and Mr C does like a good chat. I can't see the point of making small chat myself. That may sound harsh but I'm being honest. Whereas Mr C could talk for hours about everything and nothing. He knows that better to do that at home now. I give him that look that says I've had enough.
So before I go I'll try to keep occupied with stuff and just not expect anything. It's an hour which is like eternity to me, but I'm making an effort.
If only I can curb those Kenny Everett leg cross things.