I confess up front I am old.
A couple of weeks ago DH suggested going out this Friday (today) to see a band playing locally. I said ok, could be fun, we don’t get out much.
Until I realised the following:
We’re a bit skint atm, entrance fee plus drinks means likely a £50 spend
I’ve got a family event tomorrow which I have to travel for, it will be tiring and emotional
The telly is really good on Friday night!
I would have to make myself look presentable which takes a lot longer than it used to when I was 20.
He came home tonight knackered with a headache and asked if I minded if we didn’t go. I may have done a little dance of relief!
tell me I’m not alone..