Q. My very nice Polish cleaner wants my husband and I [sic] to come to her house for dinner one evening and, to be brutally frank, we don’t want to. Her English is very limited, my Polish non-existent, and I think it would be a night of sheer hell for all of us. Please can you come up with a cast-iron permanent excuse? At the moment I have told her that my husband is unwell, but he can’t be sick for ever.
A.J., London W5
A. You have missed the point. What could be better than to go to someone’s house and be served with a free, probably delicious, dinner and not have to sing for your supper? Once it has been pointed out to your husband that, unlike at a conventional dinner party, he will not have to ‘make conversation’ — because it will be impossible — but can sit back comfortably and gorge himself (though he should resist the temptation to bring a book) he should jump at the chance.
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