Knowing Me Knowing You

Alas, the projected reunion with my sisters isn't happening. At the weekend I sent each girl a prod on Facebook asking whether she could make the 2nd and three said they couldn't. I sent them a group mail asking about the 9th and the 23rd; each of those dates was no good for two (different) girls, in addition to Natalie, one of the biggest characters in the gang, who said she was in New York for three weeks across both those dates. It would be a sad travesty of a reunion without Natalie there.

I had to run up the white flag and send out a group email suggesting we wait until next summer, and passed the task of choosing the date to them, saying I can make any Saturday in June or July except one and telling them to name the date and venue and I'll travel up.

I'm gutted that I won't be seeing them all soon after all - and wondering whether they will organise anything next year in the end - though financially, not having to shell out on a hotel right now is a relief, and I do have the consolation of the Axe's fireworks. And I will make sure I see the four of my sisters who are still involved with the club sooner than that; I vow to make a day trip up to see the current team play a home match this side of Christmas.

Nil desperandum, I guess.