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.
