a simple yarn

I’m feeling rather like Susie….Homemaker, that is. Or Becky…..Homecky. Or Donna…..Domestic.

I was at home today. And it was good to be here, what with all that to-ing and fro-ing of late. But today was the day I had been dreading and looking forward to, if that’s humanly possible. It was time to clean the house, which was doing a fairly realistic impression of a pig sty.

The Christmas stuff was down. And risking a flurry of ‘Bah Humbugs’ flinging my way, I must confess that the Christmas decorations actually came down on the 23rd of December.

Oh the horror of it all.

Well to be fair-and I hope the logic of this is evident-the family had our own Christmas on Friday, the 22nd, after the kids got out of school. The 23rd was spent packing for the hideously early departure to Portugal on the 24th. And honestly, I just couldn’t bear being gone 10 days to then return to a house filled with Christmas cheer gone stale. So, while the Kiddies played with their newly received gifts, bags were packed, leaving a wee bit of time to whisk away the decorations.

But the house, while tidy, was filthy. So today was the day. And there’s good reason for it…

The in-laws are coming to town…not just the parents-in-law, but all of the siblings-in-law as well. A mostly-planned-with-some-impromptu-elements-kind-of-reunion here in Ireland. Should be great craic.

So what’s on the menu for tomorrow, Susie? Massive restock of Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboards.