'Shit, shit, shit. I've done it wrong, havent' I? I ought to have said, "I've got two tickets for a gig," or "Do you fancy coming for a drink sometime."' He threw down the biro and scrumpled up the KitKat paper in anguish. 'And then you'd say, "No, sorry, I'm bathing the dog that night," and I'd crowl off and die quietly in a corner somewhere.'
Kate Long, The Bad Mother's Handbook