Our next-door-neighbours, who are a lovely elderly couple, host a drinks party every year. Being the (un)social animal I am and having a son with autism and ADHD does cause quite a few issues. The sitting room of their house soon fills up with a cliquey group and try as I might, I never know quite what to say to anybody.
There are always the boastful ones; honestly, purchasing property in Hastings isn't my topic of choice and I don't really want to discuss my current employment situation. I want to gossip, to make up ridiculous, yet fictitious stories about the talking toad who lives at the bottom of our garden.
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