Neither DH nor I liked parties. He struggled to cope with the noise, and I just felt like a fish out of water with a room full of largely strangers. We were happier with dinner parties for a group of like minded friends and would regularly host six couples, and accept their invites in return. It was very much a case of mi casa, su casa.
Harry wants to reconcile with his family!
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there


