Ready to drop

This is pretty much how I feel this evening.  We've had a day of getting ready for the parents to arrive tomorrow morning - they are already mid-air and probably trying to mould themselves to the seat they are going to spend the next 11 hours in. I feel for them. 

We have moved bedrooms, cleared out cupboards (a major achievement when your parents in law find it impossible to throw anything out), cooked and looked after the maid. 

Starting with the maid... this morning's lesson in how to make a bed was one I wasn't expecting and of course led to many questions to my husband about what her sleeping arrangements might be.  Her English is not good enough to have this conversation with her.  So now, she knows which sheet goes where, how to put a duvet cover on and likewise for a pillow case.  If only my mother was here and she could demonstrate a demon hospital corner. 

The cupboard in the spare room has been cleared of the 'Farmers Weekly' that apparently was found by my brothers then girlfriend in a flat in Botswana.  We decided that the no-one had need for the box of twenty year old magazines. Same for some old VHS tapes that we now have no means of watching and printer cartridges for a printer that is long gone.  

So we're both pretty exhausted but with that slight smug feeling of having managed to get quite a bit done in the day.