Pretty much every Friday, Karl’s mum pops in to see us on her way back from work. Because Karl and I both work all week, we tend to ‘save up’ housework for the weekend. This means that when she gets here, it’s normally an absolute tip… unwashed cups and plates stacked on the side, cat toys all over the place, clothes that need washing.
I do have some dignity and pride, and so today I left my mum’s a bit earlier to get back and do a bit of a tidy up before Karl’s mum got here. (To try and convince her that we’re not both pigs.) Done the washing up, tidied up snotty tissues and picked up the cat stuff.
Guess who’s away this weekend and thus wasn’t coming ’round anyway?