Christmas Party

If you want an idea of what it feels like to try and organise my life right now, here is a perfect example.

My partner arranged a Christmas party at her cafe. I wrote “Christmas Party” in my diary.

A few weeks later, some old school friends of mine (who are all dads and therefore notoriously difficult to pin down for a good time) wanted to arrange a Christmas get-together. I went to write it in my diary, saw that the date said “Christmas Party” and assumed I had somehow predicted it.
In truth, I don’t know what I thought had happened. I was just pleased I didn’t need to put anything additional in my diary.

A few weeks go by. I get invited to a Christmas party for creatives, freelancers, lovies, you know the sorts. I go to write it in my diary. My diary already says “Christmas Party”. Still, nothing about this triggers as being odd to me. I accept the invitation and tell them I will be there.

I’m now in a situation where I have made plans with three different groups of people for, in case it wasn’t very obvious, the same date in December.

I am doing my best to be organised but even that can sometimes fall to pieces.