I can go mad planning a dinner. Or, as Marco might say, “Kenny? And Planning? You’re asking for trouble with that, you know.”

And he’s so right.

Till half an hour ago, only nine of the fourteen I’ve invited had confirmed. I mean, I keep messaging, calling, and emailing them, but to no avail. Then, in rapid succession, I got news, news and news. Dona, Christine, Maggie and Erich are coming, folks. Claudia is not. Nothing from the Danish front yet.

Somehow it was a case of everyone telling everyone else to tell me. Next time, just cut out the middleman, okay, and get to me straight. I won’t bite, I promise. Really.

You know, if Thor doesn’t come, it’s gonna be 13 of us tonight…

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