As said before I used to go to lunch club here, I stopped because Steve started shouting at those involved. He had tried to persuade me not to continue but I ignored him. So he started shouting at the other members.
This last couple of weeks he's been trying to persuade me to rejoin. I knew he must be planning something but I'd no idea what. I spoke to Betty who said I'd be very welcome to return and y'day I did. We had liver casserole with mashed potato and a fruit crumble with custard.
After we'd had lunch and chatted for a while then we all returned to our flats at about 2 o'clock. I took Beano out and when I returned I sat on the sofa and started to read my kindle, very shortly I fell asleep. I woke up some time later as Steve was putting Beano's lead on and slamming the door.
Somewhat confused I wondered where Steve had gone as he never takes Beano out. Within minutes he was back and started shouting. It was by now about 4:30 and it seems he'd not noticed me asleep on the sofa and thought I'd gone to lunch club without Beano.
He'd stormed into the summer house with Beano only to discover wasn't there, Betty and Harry hadn't returned to the summer house after lunch, they too had fallen asleep so no one knew where I was.
Steve rushed back to the flat with a very confused Beano to find me sitting on the sofa! Steve returned yet again to the summer house and Beano wanted to go too. I went to the summer house by which time Bill and Barbara were also the there. A couple of people asked me where I'd been, I explained I'd been asleep on the sofa and that Steve hadn't noticed me.
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Oh no what a drama - This sounds very similar to the behaviour of my dearly beloved - He seems to have crisis after crisis ( well to him anyway) - I have learnt to calmly try and sort out what is now so urgent - I think he has some sort of episode - His mother was the same - I think his is attention seeking - and so desperate to get it worryingly - I really don't know how he managed when he was at work in an office with others for years x
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