Last Saturday morning I was drifting merrily in the land of nod, when I heard my mobile phone ringing in my bag. I turned over in bed then reached over to find that noisy object in order to find out who would be so cruel as to interrupt my Saturday morning lie-in. The display told it was Charlene, my friend Miguel’s friend.

Feeling the hammer of doom hovering over my head, I called her back. She sounded like your typical morning person, while I probably sounded like husky death. Though I had some misgivings I agreed to meet up with her that afternoon to hang out. At first we planned to meet in Brixton, but in the end I just met her at Miguel’s flat. Miguel was at work, and wouldn’t be home until late, but his flatmate Ricky was there and Charlene is the next best thing to a live-in girlfriend (without the sex, as Miguel is gay).

We all chatted for a while, and I played with Charlene’s 4-year-old son from time to time. Then there was some friction when the subject of Charlene having rearranged and cleaned the kitchen came up. Ricky basically said that it wasn’t happy that she’d moved his stuff around, and chucked out some out-of-date food of his (he often buys food which is just about to pass its sell-by-date for the discounts). As usual, I could see both sides of the argument; she doesn’t live there, and she shouldn’t be messing with his stuff, but her son spends a lot of time there and she wants the place to be clean for his health.

Ricky left after a while. Charlene cooked some pasta, then put her son to bed after a while. We watched a nice movie called The Brothers (featuring the following song by Eric Benét), then I went home. It was an okay day, but I still had the feeling that she was trying to create some kind of instant bond between us.

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Last night I explained the theory of introversion to a friend. He’s definitely an extrovert. I could tell that he couldn’t get my point of view, but it was nice of him to try. I’ll talk about introversion later on, when I get around to telling you about the depression support group.

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