I invited my friend to dinner.
Let's call her Jane, for that's her name.
She arrived an hour late, the dinner was past it's best by then, having been kept warm all that time.
She explained she was late because when the other guests arrived to pick her up she was still to shower, ?moisturise? and dress.
Then she had to pack a change of clothing and shoes.
In case she had to stay the night.
(There'd been some storms throughout the day)
Anyway, the night was lovely.
I'm still not sure if I should be annoyed at Jane or admire her forward thinking.
(The change of clothes wasn't needed)
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It's like I'm sleepwalking