Is it just me or does anyone else have a problem saying no?
I’m not sure if it’s a fear of missing out or just a willingness to please, but I don’t think I’ve ever turned down a night out, meeting up for a coffee, baby-sitting duties or even giving someone a lift to the supermarket.
Needless to say I spend most of my time running round like a headless chicken trying to do a million different things at once and achieving very little.
So, this weekend I’ve decided to say no.
No I can’t go and visit my friend in Bristol. No I can’t go for a jog with my friend who’s training for a half-marathon. No I can’t pick my other half up from the station when he gets back from a stag do. No, no, no!
This bank holiday weekend it’s just me, Murder, She Wrote repeats and lots and lots of crisps.
And so far, it’s really rather nice…