10 May 2007

We were invited round to Dorothy and the Scarecrows house for a meal, returning our favour of a few weeks previously. The Scarecrow is leaving to take up his new position and Dorothy will be following in a few short weeks, so we were always going to make the effort.

HRH was asked to baby-sit, though I wondered what calamity would befall our kids this time. Lady of Leisure took forever to get ready, so I had to suffer HRH alternating between the irresponsibility of going out mid-week and the terribly trying experience baby sitting a 12 and a 4 year old can be. Still LoL has offered to drive for the evening, so I hold my tongue for fear of losing drinking privileges.

As we reverse out of the driveway, Lady of Leisure neglects to see another parked car and slowly, but certainly not noiselessly reverses steadily into the other car. There is a crunch and some transfer of paint but no real damage. I get out to inspect and though impatient and annoyed, I continue to bite my tongue as its only a company car and any criticism of her driving will only mean me losing drinking privileges.

Getting back into the car, I see HRH at the kitchen window with a look on her face that manages to convey both condescension and helplessness. I think my night has already been ruined.