Partied out
Okay, I've got an hour before I go back to work so I'm going to write some stuff - it might help me unclench my teeth.
I like to be very organised and when we have people coming I like to be able to prepare properly, nice and calm and collected - do lots of lovely things to eat and have the house looking nice, if not exactly immaculate.
Today I have six people arriving so with those already here, that's eight to feed and look after for the whole weekend.
It means five bedrooms to prepare, all three bathrooms to be cleaned and all of upstairs hoovered and polished.
Tonight is a relatively simple one - nibbles and champagne, main course and pudding for eight plus coffee. Tomorrow am I will need to clear all the dishes from that meal, cook breakfast, clear breakfast, provide a picnic lunch, tidy the house, then clear up from the picnic, prepare canapés, a starter, a posh main course and a pudding plus coffee tonight. Oh and I have to go to Chester to be weighed too.
Sunday am - clear Saturday night supper, cook breakfast, clear that, then cold lunch plus birthday cake. This morning, in four hours, I had to clean the whole of downstairs, clear up from the last couple of days and prepare as much of the food for tonight as possible.
This afternoon I have been into Denbigh to pick up the ironing from the last time we had guests, been to the butchers for supplies for breakfast and done a second shop at the supermarket for the weekend.
I'm away overnight Tuesday and as yet, haven't unpacked from the trip before the last one! I have a pile of formal shirts to iron like the leaning tower of Pisa (when am I going to do them?), my kitchen looks like a bomb went off in it and my sitting room is littered with shoes, dirty mugs, receipts, books and just stuff I have dumped from trips en passant.
I am really looking forward to my friend coming on Wed but at the moment owing to a number of clothes tantrums I've had preparing for trips away (will I be cold? will I be too hot? these jeans - or the size bigger? does this top make me look fat? can I get into those trousers yet? will I need this jumper or is it going to be wet....you get the idea), you can't actually open the door into the spare room, let alone actually get into the bed.
I have insisted that I have the Bank Holiday off to get myself sorted for the next trip - great in theory, but that means I only have a couple of days to make a load of cakes for a bridge party the day they return and canapés for a cocktail party for 50 the day after I get back from the next trip but one.
My brain is full. Please send help.
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