We are invited for lunch at a (sort of) friend’s house today, and I can’t think of anything I would less like to do. I just said to DH I’d rather poo-pick the garden and he agreed and said there’s a hole in the wall he'd prefer to concrete in.
I just can’t cry off though, it would be too rude. Got to go, get flowers and wine, grin and bear it. Bah!
AIBU?