Sunday, 4 April 2010

Miserable Sunday

My friend who had invited herself (and dog) for Easter Sunday and Monday hadn't got in touch since I told her not to bring it, so I still expected her, thinking that she would have told me if she wasn't coming as I had said how very welcome she was sans chien. So I couldn't settle to a thing today. Couldn't write, couldn't go out, was jumping up and dashing to the window every time I heard a car door slam, checking my mobile and email every few minutes.

Now it is 6.25, the chicken is in the oven and I think I can safely say she isn't coming. We have been friends since 1972, been on holiday together, shared our deepest thoughts about life and belief systems, about men and personal problems (usually bracketed together!). So how can she have dropped me just because I told her the poor old cat was being beaten up and needed to stay indoors, and was terrified of dogs? Surely a true friend and animal lover would understand? At least I would have thought she'd have the courtesy to tell me if she was coming or not?

I feel very sad.

3 comments:

Jacula said...

I feel sad for you, too, Hydra. I'm sorry to hear you have been so let-down and disappointed.xx

Joanne Fox said...

That IS really sad. Not many friendships survive for such a long time, and the ones that do are precious.

Hope Easter Monday brings you a better day. x

hydra said...

Thank you both for your kind words. I have emailed her, though I know she rarely replies to emails, if at all, and told her that I hope we are still friends. Fingers crossed...