I am quite mortified.
I believed our Christmas party was tomorrow, Sunday.
Håkan called and asked how it went and I said: '“It’s tomorrow,” and he said “today is the 21st.”
“You’re kidding,” I said. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Today was a really bad day.
I am so very sorry.
I’ll post a link tomorrow for 12 noon SUNDAY, maybe a few people will be able to make it.
😞
It WAS. Tomorrow. The 22nd. PHEW. Now I can take this down.
That's why we call you Celia instead of Jesus Christ. We all flub up. It's all good.