My wife organises an evening social with friends. In the back of my mind I’m groaning, wondering how I’m going to manage. I’m pretty rubbish at small talk.
But it turns out I needn’t have worried, for the man of the house works for the same organisation as me. There’s plenty to talk about after all.
I’m not half as incoherent as I used to be. I’m set at ease. Even more so when they set a bowl of seviyan vermicelli pudding down in front of me. Comfort food amidst new friends.
Last modified: 4 July 2023
