This month three friends are coming to stay with me from the UK. Luckily, since I live in a one-bedroom flat, they’re not all coming at the same time.
But I’m not looking forward to it. In fact, I expect it to be rather unpleasant since I enjoy – nay, positively relish – having my space all to myself. As a general rule, I dislike having other people around, with only one notable exception.
So, why did I offer to put them up? Because they are friends – not close friends but better-than-acquaintances – and because that is the kind, generous, gracious, polite, socially-acceptable thing to do. I’m even moving out for two nights and staying at another friend’s place so that a couple can put my double bed to better use than I have recently.
I suppose there wouldn’t be much merit in it if it weren’t putting me out at least a little, right?
It will be fine, I’m sure… And its only three weeks…