I’m beginning to wonder if by now we’re in a Chekhov’s ghost-dinosaur situation.
I’m nervous about the party.
It’ll be fine.
But what if the weather’s awful? What if no one comes?
What if everyone comes and there’s not enough room and a fight breaks out in the kitchen? We only just redecorated the kitchen!
Hey! Calm down! Listen, honestly, it’s all going to be fine.
It’s just a few friends coming round for a fun evening. Really, what’s the worst that could happen?
That… doesn’t sound likely.
Those who fail to prepare for surprise ghost-dinosaur attacks, prepare to fail.