That’s a good one to try to explain - not sure that I managed. Dd did very well at the party, even if she stressed me out majorly while we were trying to get ready. I don’t understand why asking her to do something means that we have to have the flounce and the sighing and general performance over what a *huge* favour she is doing me - which seems ironic when what I’m asking is something like - get dressed.
But there you go. We were only half an hour late 
and home again now, cooking tea, dp has departed for his family funeral, so it’s just me and the kids tonight. I’m in a lot of pain with one of my breasts - have been for about three weeks now - and not really in best form to say the least, so I’m hoping for a quiet evening. The jackets are nearly done now, so I’d better go sort out plates and beans.