tsk

Friends offered to babysit for us on New Year's Eve, content to have a night in together. Miraculous as this sounds, we realised we didn't really fancy going out by ourselves - I think NY'sE works well if you have a gang, otherwise it's a bit crap and forced. This is the first night my husband won't have been working late in a long time - but going out didn't seem right.

I suggested staying in with the said friends instead - she could bring her little boy, who could have a sleepover with my daughter, we could make pizza, drink champagne and watch Jules Holland getting drunker, as I like to do now that I'm old! Yay, they were into it - plans were made -

And last night the boys played a stonker of a gig in Scott's, people dancing on tables, new female fans edging out the die-hard loyal lads in the front row - a woman from hte UK who works for BMI records writing Andrew a note saying she'd run out of business cards, did they have a contract, and if not to get in touch!

All good, but Andrew wrecked himself singing with a chest infection, he's been taken off to the doctor today by his mum and it doesn't look like he'll be out socialising tomorrow night.

Christ! Why is it so hard to count on any sort of social arrangement. I'm sick of it! I know this sounds selfish (not as much as his girlfriend who dragged him home to hers the gig last night!) and I hope he gets better quick (for a gig in the sugar Club I have no babysitting for, grr) but I just wish an evening could pan out like it was meant to for once.

Oh well.. I guess this means I get an Indian takeaway... silver lining...