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Yesterday was our 28th wedding anniversary and instead of cooking and eating a decent meal with a rather better bottle of wine and maybe hiring a DVD of one of the many excellent films we always miss in the theatres, we were summoned to act as gofers at an 'activity day' some friends wanted to put on for their friends. These are people to whom we have never developed the knack of saying 'no' so Snapeclone spent the day teaching people to shoot and I spent the day either restraining the dog from chasing arrows or from pouncing on the proper guests beautifully turned out casual sportswear or in the kitchen preparing a meal that, because of the dog, we couldn't eat with the guests. Jen was miserable because she was the only kid there. Mike, man that he is, when offered the option of coming and taking a turn collecting arrows and loading air guns, stroked his beard and invoked the 'Revision Clause' so missed out on the fun.

Next year, if invited to do something similar I think I will invoke the 'Grumpy Old Bitch Clause' and say 'not on your nelly'.