I’m sitting here with mounting social anxiety.
Ridiculous, I know!
I’d had a lovely walk this morning and as I parked up the nice folk where I park were outside their house and asked me over to have a drink later. We’ve chatted a little here and there and I’ve always asked after their daughter and grandchildren because I know they’ve had a hard time of it with the father’s deteriorating mental health. Anyway, I find it easy to chat in passing but I’m the most terrible introvert you’ll never meet! The thought of pre-dinner drink. Eek! And his parting shot was ...’about 6...don’t be late’!! Eek!