Since I moved here another mum has been trying to be friends with me. I say this as I’m sure I am not wrong. But I think she is also trying not to be friends with me. Confused? Me too.
She and I would meet for coffee and playdates at first, but then our friendship drifted a bit as we both got busier (and probably made other friends). Our meetings became less frequent and we would each occasionally ring the other, mostly out of courtesy for our past friendship I think. So I’m OK with that.
But now Rachel (as we’ll call her) has taken to ringing me for long conversations (OK), inviting me round (OK) and then ringing me up on the morning of the playdate and cancelling (not OK). I wouldn’t mind except that she is the one ringing me to arrange it. AND SHE KEEPS DOING THIS.
I can take a hint. If she doesn’t want to be friends, I can be grown up about it. So why does she bother?
Anyway, now she has read this (this corner of our county is a small place you know) I guess I won’t be getting any more invitations to come round for coffee…..
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Well now your blogsite has made national fame, The Independent yesterday, perhaps Rachel will become more insistent.
The problem here is that if you and Rachel don’t get it together soon, who can you compare and compete against with when the kids are at school?
PC
What is it with small town/village life? I can vouch for the apparent friendliness of locals, only to find the ranks closing and barriers forming without explanation. The South is especially bad at the cooling-relationships thing.
Jane Watts
Yes, and there’s so much incest in the Surrey villages even their dogs have club paws.
PC
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