Going for dinner tomorrow night at the chap who's been doing some building work for us. His wife is the person who got us a free upgrade on the flight out to New York for our marriage.
She was on that BA flight that 'crash' landed at Heathrow;
She's got PTSD now and works in my friend's deli.
The thing is, her sister, who was helpful to my wife in terms of child care for her son back in the day, is a right Daily Mail Tory and can wind me right up. She tries to do my accent, and sounds worse than my Glaswegian wife's impression of the two Leeds lasses on Gogglebox.
I'll be trying not to engage with her, for as my therapist said yesterday "Do you want to be right, or do you want to be happy?".