Not So Social

I went to the Lower Gillingham Conservative club this afternoon to meet Les for a drink on my rest day, and to pay my subs for the next year.

It doesn’t feel like the same atmosphere as there was at the Royal British Legion club at all, despite some ex-RBL members drinking in there. It just doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t feel like somewhere I can go to socialise. Just to drink.

Children are welcome under supervision as it’s a family club, but there were too many reminders of the way Dad was. The bar staff are friendly, but I was trying to make conversation with Les, but just felt like I was cramping his style. Maybe it’s just me. All I have to talk about with Les is work, so maybe it’s just that he didn’t really want to talk about work on his day off. I understand that, but just need to be told if that’s the case.

I don’t pick up on social cues. Not at the time anyway, although maybe in hindsight. I can’t help that, it’s my autism I guess.