Geoff Mutton
Wednesday 18th February 2009 1:15pm
1,090 posts
I'd just moved into my current house when my wife told me we'd been invited for drinks with Dave, a neighbour, and all other neighbours would be present. She felt unwell on that day, so I went alone. I arrived with some drinks to find I was the first party-goer. After about an hour, no-one else had arrived and I sensed a little uneasiness, so I made my excuses and left.
My wife had innocently told me the wrong neighbour's name. The party was in fact at another neighbour's, Mike. So as well as me missing the event, I'd made Dave miss a good proportion of it.