It’s Saturday afternoon. Mid-week drinks have just been confirmed. I know Toby will be there; only problem is, as things stand, I won’t. I drop the friend I’ve arranged to have dinner with that evening a text: Could we go for Monday instead? Yes, we could. Phew.
Monday, 4pm: a message from Toby, the culmination of some light-hearted back and forth over text:
‘Are you free for supper tonight? I’ve got a couple of friends coming round.’
Obviously it’s a very good thing that I am not free. This way I present as a wild socialite juggling a hectic schedule of parties, dinners, seeing friends etc; rather than as someone who normally spends their Monday evenings watching Poirot repeats. Wild Socialite sends back:
”Fraid I’m busy this evening, but thanks for the invite.’