I don't have to write meet/meat that often, but I was thinking about something similar the other day. The other night, the grammar pedant gremlin that occasionally crosses my mind was working overtime while I read some Facebook posts. Due to the proliferation of bad uses of their, there and they're, I have to double check that I've read them correctly and then double check that which they should be.
This means that their bad grammar also causes me to lose a few seconds of time in thought about what I'm reading. That requires extra brain power, which in turn warrants more energy, which means I need to eat more food to compensate. I have to buy food, so therefore, people's bad grammar is costing me money.
My attendance at this has become slightly complicated. The Boy has to go to hospital on the same day for an op (nothing too serious, tonsils and adenoids, but it's an overnight job). The hospital's in London anyway and Tina will stay overnight with him, so I should be able to come along at some point. I'm just not sure of the timings yet.
Soz to hear about the boy. Charlotte & I are planning to be there lunchtime through the afternoon, buggering off around tea time (or dinnertime as I believe you sarffags say). Keep in touch about when you can get there.
"We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked." James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951
Teh posse have an uncanny talent for picking weekends I can't make - which takes some doing in my present unemployed state. Family and (mainly their) friends round for a party in the evening so I'm getting stuff ready all day. I did point out that since it's for my birthday and 1 year of retirement I should sit back while they prepare all the barbie-food etc. Apparently not.
never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead
Remember back in the olden days when Meats would involve a load of us, after a few hiccups around dates and locations, settling down for a great many hours of excessive drinking?
Mouse falling behind the pack on the way back from York and turning up in the small hours of the morning with a broken leg - and none of us believing him.
"We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked." James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951
