Taking a short break from bathroom cleaning. We are to be visited by a selection of the Barrovian relatives and
half of Denmark the mother-in-common-laws nearest and dearest who are arriving from Denmark this weekend, and experience tells me that it is in my interests for the house to be relatively presentable when they get here, or they will heap yet more crap onto the teetering piles of crap and we could end up with a critical mass situation. As far as I know we only have one extra body staying here, and the rest are B&Bing or caravaning. I, meanwhile, shall be on a tandem on my way to Dunwich
Plus, in two and a bit weeks time, some very good friends are voluntarily coming to stay in our house and look after the cats and the kids for a
week whilst me and dearly_beloved bugger off on hollibobs. Since they are very organised and tidy people it seems a bit mean to not at least try to restore some semblance of normality to the matchbox, which has never quite recovered from the year I naffed off up north to do a PGCE. 6 years ago.
Housework is so frightfully dull, isn't it? And
please tell me that small boys learn to aim, eventually....