It goes like this in our house,as it did last Sunday.

Wifey invites all and sundry to a party, then informs me, I get all huffy as its the first weekend off this month and I want to spend it down the lottie.

I go shopping taking DD(3) with me and buy all necessary food having planned what I am going to cook catering for 22. Wifey does usual wifey thing and gets obsessive about how clean the toilet is and then spring cleans the house just incase anyone should remark.

DD and I have fun shopping and have a treat for journey home, wifey gets upset cos we forget to get her one and DD couldn't keep a secret!!

I spend 2 hours cleaning spuds, then prepare marinades, and meat (wifey doesn't touch meat!) make home made bread, and pizza dough. Wifey gets annoyed because I'm hogging the kitchen, and she wants to bake a cake. I leave her to it, going outside to put a roof on Wendy house built for DD then felt and batten it, as wifey thinks it might rain tomorrow and the kids will need somewhere to stay dry.

Sunday spend 7 hours preparing for party, before wifey decides she thinks the grass needs cutting, I undertake task as guests start to arrive, then cooking all ingredients, wifey greets guests and chats, we all feast and drink to hearts content. Everyone goes home happy and wifey goes in the bath with DD while I tidy up. Wifey says that was nice we'll have to do it again soon, I have huff.

Another free weekend completely lost down the lottie!!!