I was having dinner with an old friend when it dawned on me that I hadn’t processed a word of the conversation. Despite nodding along, my mind was elsewhere and I could barely concentrate on our catch-up. Why was I so distracted? The truth is, having just got back from a wedding, my brain was busy running the required postmortem.
It went something like this: Was that family member ‘off’ with me? Was I dancing too much or not enough? Did I get the dress code wrong? Between mouthfuls of food and sips of wine, I also silently unpicked a conversation I’d had with my neighbour weeks ago.
You’d think that this ‘thought salad’ would have been enough for one night, but there’s more. Back home,
