And she accepted the invite. She said she would bring her own coffee (because she only drinks a particular type), and biscuits. I said "lovely".
So she came. I put the kettle on. She got out her coffee - a filter type thing. And then she got out the biscuits. When I say "biscuits" I actually mean "biscuit. One biscuit. One solitary biscuit.
To be fair to her, she said she'd meant to bring two but she'd already left the house when she realised she'd grabbed the wrong packet and couldn't be bothered to go back.
And the icing on the cake (hah cake - I should be so lucky!) is that the one biscuit came from one of those packets of 2 you get in hotels next to the kettle in your room ...