When did you last hang out?

Or the magic of meandering social time

Photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash

I’m doing nothing with my friend one Wednesday when it occurs to me that I can’t remember the last time I did nothing with anyone I’m not married or related to. I’ve sipped Americanos in coffee shops and put away pasta after work. But as we eat our way down to the second layer of the biscuit tin, bundle her baby into his pr…