I am such a loser. I just completely forgot about it. It was the party of a friend of mine from church. He exists on the fringes, coming to various things and quietly getting on in a diffident sort of way. He leads quite a solitary life, living on his own and sometimes finding friendships difficult. We go to the pub sometimes to catch up - he bashfully tells me about his fishing, model-making and ongoing love of carnivorous plants. I waffle on about music. He takes it all in politely.
This makes it much worse - I found myself wondering who would have been there to wish him a happy birthday. I felt dreadful.
Unfortunately, it was too late to do anything about it. I'd gone on an evening walk, trying to think through some stuff and take in the sunset. All of that was going swimmingly actually: the golden strips of sunlight were just catching the tops of the trees and a bank of pendulous clouds rolled across the sky. A cool breeze ruffled my hair. My mind was alive with possibility and excitement.
Perhaps not quite alive enough. A train of thought led me to choir, to church and to the party and my mouth dropped open with horror in the middle of a country lane.
It's OK I think. I mean I hope I can sort it. I had got him a little gift and a card which I'll drop round tomorrow. I feel bad though. Gulp.
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