The Lost Hours

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Eldest Mini Princess,

Kitty Cat and Marsh messaged to say they were having an early dinner with their boys in the pub and asked if we fancied joining them at 6 pm (after the boys had gone home) for Sunday beers.

I replied that we’d eat first and then head up around 7 pm.

Kitty Cat messaged back…

“I’ll probably aim to be home for 8 at the latest so you can eat after the pub if that’s better for you? If we start at 5 we won’t make it past that.”

I decided (based on a proven track record of absent willpower) that our friends would not be heading off by 8 pm, incurring a significant risk of a hangry Princess. Again there is a proven track record that this outcome tends to be highly unsatisfactory. Mainly for The Prince!

So I stuck to my guns and we ate first.

At 9 pm I read out the messages assuring us they wouldn’t be out past 8 pm.

Which was an hour before we all went home!

C