I’ve just come back from spending a long weekend away, in a very lovely place. Beautiful buildings and countryside, delicious food and wonderful wines… the only thing that took the shine off the experience somewhat, was the passive-aggressive behaviour displayed by two members of the group.

Sheesh.

Moods that changed from hot to ice-cold within minutes… snarky, bitchy comments… so juvenile (not to mention, unstable) that it felt as though we were travelling with a couple of hormonal, manipulative teenagers.

_{(My instinctive reaction in these sorts of situations is to start wondering what it is I’ve done to cause such upset… taking the blame squarely on my own shoulders. I’m discovering more often than not, when I talk to other people, that they’ve suffered the same treatment… and noticed the same odd behaviours. So, I’m working on trying to take a step back and assess the situation, rather than immediately pointing the finger at myself. If it’s my fault, I’ll accept that and make amends… but I’m over being the fall-guy.)}

The rest of us would have been more than happy to have been left out of the games. Thank goodness it was only for a weekend. Luckily, it also enlightened me as to the folly of organising Matty and myself a trip away with these people. Nothing was set in concrete, so it’s easy enough to back out at this point. No way would I want to spend my precious Matty-time dealing with that sort of stress.

However, despite the drama-queen antics, the trip itself was worthwhile. We had some lovely sunshine from time to time, and I got to catch up with some good friends. On balance it was great, and I’m pleased I went along.