The fun continues

Cook tea, bath, bedtime for two tired children, while trying to clear some of the rubble that currently buries our home
Make potato salad,
Sort washing again,
Attempt to decide on outfit. Have no clothes. Give up.
Sort bowls etc for food, realise we don't have enough plates,
Sort stuff for loft, get extra glasses down...

Phil has fixed the dishwasher and patio. It seems that the way to get him to actually *do* the jobs he has been 'meaning to get around to' for months is to arrange a party and invite his hyper-critical father. Now he's mowing the lawn, again, aiming for the same stripes of perfection that grace Father-in-Law's lawn but instead settling for randomly patchy multi-coloured weedy bits laden with guinea-pigs, swings and garden toys. It may not be a designer garden, but I love it and I love the life we have here. I don't care if we don't meet up to other people's ideals or compete with their stripy lawns, our family is perfect, and it's going to be a lovely day tomorrow whether every skirting board is shining or not.

But having said that, the bathroom still needs cleaning and I'm sure we have a dining table under that heap somewhere...