Feeling obliged

After watching GrandSon1 play football for an hour I felt and must have looked cold when I walked into the Craft Fayre in the village as the woman at the door said, "Oooh, go and get yourself a cup of tea."

So I felt obliged. And when it was too hot to drink I felt obliged to sit there and wait.

Then looking at some items on a stall and considering one for a Christmas present I spoke to the woman who made it who said, "Pick it up, have a closer look."

So I did. And I put my glasses on. Then realised it wasn't as good as I'd thought. But couldn't say that and felt obliged to buy it.

I am a seller's dream.

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We've been celebrating Husband's birthday this week. On the day, Thursday, I took him to Slice, our favourite restaurant, where, once again, we had the taster menu. All so delicious it was impossible to choose a favourite.

Then yesterday all the local family came round for a quick tea of pizza and chips, followed by Husband's traditional birthday cheesecake. I must ask him if he'd like something different next year.

Afterwards we all went to the theatre to see Shrek, the Musical. Great fun, and everyone enjoyed it I think, although the executioner's codpiece was a trifle alarming.

The grandsons had a good giggle when he appeared and, apparently, GrandDaughter2 (aged 7) asked Daughter-in-Law why everyone in the audience was laughing. D-i-L muttered something and GrandDaughter2 said, "Is it because of his willy?"