We were expecting friends to visit yesterday, which was nice. We don't get many visitors up here! However, when they rang to arrange a time, they said, "Oh, it'll be between 3 and 4pm, we'll ring again and give you an hour warning."
Having thought I had most of the day to prepare and it being a hot day, I decided to stay in my jim-jams and do a bit of ironing first, my usual start to a weekend, drooling over, sorry, watching James Martin on Saturday Kitchen. Then, after pizza for lunch, I would do a quick clean.
So, imagine my horror when, 1.30pm the phone rings and said visitors give us a twenty minute warning.
Didn't even have time to swear as I sprinted upstairs to perform a miracle, (go on, picture it!) returning in twenty minutes to find the visitors already ensconced on my settee. I just calmly sat down and continued drinking my, now slightly tepid, cup of tea. Polite conversation ensued and a fine time was had by all.
As luck would have it, it's only a few days since my parents visited so the house was relitively clean, (as it can be with four children and a herd of their friends) and soon after they'd left, I had a massive urge to tidy the shelves in the lounge, which are now immaculate, so that saved time.
Went into shock on their departure though, had to hit the V&O, followed by a nice bottle of Chianti with a superb homemade lasagne, (even if I do say so myself) followed by a smashing Chateau Neuf du Pape. Far too much and very naughty, but luckily, doesn't appear to have had any nasty side effects.
Maybe lucky isn't the right word. Maybe I need more blood and less alcohol coursing through my veins on a regular basis...