Enter the Mother of This Lot, stage left. And, boy, did I let them have it. Both barrels? ALL barrels. They didn't know what had hit them. There was complete and utter silence. (Another sentence I thought I'd never write). So while I had their attention I took them on a round-the-world guilt trip. You know the sort of thing.....I don't ask much.....nobody ever thinks about me....nerves are in shreds....as if I don't have enough with your father.... It was worthy of an award. It could even have been made into a film. In fact it was:
Since I appeared to be on a roll I decided to take full advantage and assign some cleaning duties. Furniture was pulled out, floors mopped, carpets hoovered, windows cleaned, wooden surfaces polished to within an inch of their lives and anything that was left lying about was given five minutes to live before being condemned forever to the depths of a black bin bag.
Yep, things are definitely changing round these parts. From now on, we live by my rules:
All in all, a good day.
And tomorrow, girls, we'll tackle the upstairs.
Now, who fancies the bathroom?