My brother is staying and I have realised that I don't like visitors much. Sigh. I sound so ungracious and I am delighted to meet his new fiance and her charming 11 year old daughter, and I will be happy to make the journey to Scotland to celebrate their wedding in September and I am glad that my lonely and rather grumy brother has found someone full of life to make his heart sing, and that he loves her daughter too. But I can't stand having them to stay with me as they are so MESSY and drink my wine and replace it with cheap stuff (not because they are cheap but because they don't know the difference) and they don't tidy up their clutter and they do not offer to run the vacuum cleaner around. And it is driving me crazy. Only two days to go.
I am also completely paranoid since my sister's visit late last year was also an unmitigated disaster. Ah well, at least this person was a perfect visitor.
In spite of this I had a lovely laid back weekend. I made her banana bread (easy peasy and tastes yummy), went to see How much do you love me? (Monica Belluci's breasts have a starring role and they are amazing), made a killer lamb curry and talked to my dear girls bonding with horses) on the phone.
We had some unexpected visitors for a few days too, and I just hated how I had to change my self-indulgent ways while my children were away with my mother, and do things with/for them. I really hadn't planned to cook or entertain just please myself - should whinge on my own blog for a change. But suffice to say - I empathise but feel guilty on top!
Posted by: Lushlife | Tuesday, 18 April 2006 at 04:42 PM