Day Three
My friend of 20 years, Sarah, is coming for dinner at 7pm. I been looking forward to it all day. There is no pressure, I’ve already told her to neither notice nor mention the occasional dust ball under the radiators. I’m making fajitas and she’s bringing a bottle of red. The kids are having an early tea and Rick will probably still be stroking his Leopard in the other room. Promises to be a great night, it’s thanks to her that I still know a great dance routine to Abba’s ‘Money, Money, Money.’ Everyone should have a friend like Sarah.
