I could hardly be described as a party animal. Maybe it’s an age thing, but late nights spent in noisy atmospheres with everyone stretching their voice boxes to the limit to be heard is not my thing.

Although it never was to be honest. I have always had sensitive hearing so lots of people talking at the same time accompanied by loud music gives me a headache.

There comes a time when I’ve had enough and want to leave, but I often get into trouble with my wife when it comes to leaving a party or a gathering. My preferred choice is to simply slip away quietly. No goodbyes, no big announcement, just go.

Nobody is going to miss me, and nobody will be offended. That’s my theory anyway.

My wife holds a different view. She likes to say goodnight to everyone, individually with hugs and promises to all meet up again shortly. So, I think we’re about to leave, but she starts her rounds which will take another half hour or more at least.

This is despite the fact that she’s already spent most of the evening talking to these very same people anyway.

What more could they possibly have left to talk about? They must surely have exhausted every topic by now, and if there’s loud music at the venue, then conversation is a struggle anyway so why prolong it?

By the time I eventually make my exit, I’m usually accused of being odd, but I think I’m just being practical. I don’t see the point in hanging........

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