Some years ago I met a lady who was the wife of a work colleague. Sadly he became ill and died, which was how I got to meet his wife through visits to see him in hospital, at home and later in the hospice. After the funeral which was attended by most colleagues I stayed in contact with her and she was always asking me to “come over and have your dinner”. Being widowed myself (no family to help) with a DD at boarding school and trying to keep on top of a job, housework, garden and fortnightly visits to DD at school, I was genuinely too tired for any social life but she continued to ask and when I had a day off work due she insisted I go to her house and she would cook dinner. She wanted me to go in the early afternoon so I didn’t have much for lunch because I thought she might eat early in the evening and I am not a big eater, by that I mean, sandwich or soup at lunch and evening meal about 8pm. She also said she wanted my help with something. When I arrived at 2.30 she wanted a lift to the bakers (not driving because could not get back in the car they had shared) so we went there and she bought 2 buns to have with a cup of tea. It was about 3.30 by then. We sat and chatted and obviously I knew something of how she was feeling and we talked about this and that. The evening came and by 8.30 I was hungry, and she was making no move to do any cooking so I said that it was very nice of her to invite me but I could I help her with getting it ready. She looked at me and said “Oh I went out today with a neighbour and had a huge lunch so I’m not having a dinner.” I was surprised to say the least but by that time all I wanted was to get home and cook something. I said that I would have to go and do that when she said that she wanted me to go upstairs and take the bedroom curtains down to alter for her! She knew I could sew and wondered if I could shorten them and make a pelmet from the spare material! I barely had time to sew my own buttons on and she knew I had to do everything myself. She just didn’t get it, up until then we had chatted on the phone for 10 minutes here and there and she was always wanting me to go and have a meal with her. I said I would look at the curtains another time but didn’t think I could take on the task, pointing out I was working full time etc. and had a pile of things of my own to do. When I started to put my coat on she wanted me stay for another cup of tea and seemed oblivious to my hunger. A week later she was asking when I had another day’s holiday due and could I go over and have my dinner with her. I made excuses after that, not difficult, as looking back I don’t know how I coped. I had been a widow for just over 2 years and everything that needed doing was down to me. She had twin boys in their twenties and a brother whereas I had nobody, yet because I could sew she expected things done (she had dresses she wanted altering too). I am not that quick at sewing, I am not a professional I learnt from my mother and at school and had made things in the past for me, DD and my home, but by then I was either working, cleaning, gardening, washing/ironing or driving to school every other weekend, sometimes I fell asleep watching the news at ten. Reading some of the stories on here about close relatives being mean over food I am glad I didn’t have any. I felt a bit awkward after that, every time she asked I wondered what she would ask me to do. Even now if anyone invites me to their home for a meal I double check that they actually mean it. Now I work part-time I have more time for my own jobs but I would not want to take on something for someone else that would use all my ‘spare’ time. I will never forget that afternoon, I remember driving home wondering if I had any eggs indoors so I could make a quick snack.