Conspiracy theory

I have a horrible suspicion that Katherine is planning to drag me off to her club once I arrive. It hadn’t occurred to me why she was quite so specific about her new location before but now I know. The Atrium is lovely, she’s said. Well, I’m sure it is; they’re quite a popular architectural feature after all, though I’m not at all certain I want to be faced with the choice of somewhere named The Atrium or the other ‘dining experience’ named The French Restaurant, even if they were host to the Ryder Cup. She’d better not expect me to make yet another ludicrous attempt at playing golf, in the snow, either.

And I really do hope that my radio is not currently conspiring with her against me; I do not need to spice up my life, thank you very much.