So maybe it was PHT that made me impatient in Zac's last night.
There were lots of people - about 30 - but a few who just had to talk. And talk. And talk. And go off the point into irrelevancies. I suppose we always have our share of such but normally it doesn't bother me too much: I just stop listening.
My trouble is that I talk as I write: briefly. This makes me useless in discussions or even conversations, but I can't see the point in going over the same thing umpteen times in different ways. But I am a woman of small brain and it's a good job that everyone isn't like me.
Anyway, I wouldn't want you thinking that Zac's is totally perfect ...
But we had a good chat afterwards about the recent death of Gareth's scorpion, Kaiser, and about his collection of spiders. I now know more about the mating habits of the spider than is really necessary. After all, it's not something I'll be able to raise in dinner party conversations.
Which leads me neatly into Gareth's question: which ten people, dead or alive, would you like to invite to dinner?
When pressed, I said, 'No-one as I don't like people,' but thinking about it, I'd just be terribly boring and say my family (Husband, Daughter, Son-in-law, Elder Son, Daughter-in-law, Younger Son, Girlfriend, GrandDaughter, George and Holly) as they're the ones I am most comfortable with and can almost be myself with. Anyone else and the mask goes on.