Well it's the weeked soon and I know that 36hrs from now I'll be in the bad books.
OH's aged relatives are coming over and in order to get the place spick and span I've been sent out on my bike this evening. Which sounds ideal, get to ride and don't have to rise a finger to tidy the house.
Except it's grumpy week and she's already thrown a strop and she's stressed about the aged ones and she's leaving the house at 5.30am to ride to work.
As The Clash so wonderfully put it, "If i go there will be trouble, if I stay it will be double,"
I'm thinking grab a bottle of vino collapso on the way back this pm and a bunch flowers.