It's the season for dinners in my line of work and I'll be attending one this evening. I'm okay with the idea, but given a choice I'd rather be home with the Missus. Not sure at what point in my life I started to actively not enjoy the company of lots of other folk, but I suppose I'm essentially made that way despite being something of a party animal in my years at university. (But then who wasn't?)
I always feel a very deep sympathy for those in the kind of public life in which making nice at formal dinners is obligatory. Must be miserable to be the Queen. Hah!
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