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Gorgeous sunny day - perfect for a day's gardening. But instead I was inside all day battling split cake mix, forgotten chicken livers, white sauce that wouldn't thicken and a mysteriously smoking oven.

In the middle of all that there was a cheese-based lunch, CarbBoy's team nearly winning, and some sitting in the sun.

Then the house filled with teenagers, and the sleepover was underway. We hardly saw (or heard) them actually - they ate, left neat piles of washing up and seemed to have a fun time (one of their number had committed the heinous crime of not having seen all the Harry Potter movies, so they mostly just put that to rights).

Meanwhile, I was in the very unusual position of being outvoted TV-wise and had to either suffer through whatever the thing that is not Top Gear is called, or hide in the kitchen with radio 4 and the washing up. Later, too much Parks and Recreation, and to bed before the girls.