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Just when you think you have your weekend sorted, something happens to turn it all t*ts up in a most glorious fashion.

The husband and I were out on Friday night at the cinema.  We went to see Justice League (don't bother) which had Superman, Batman and a host of other cross dressing superheroes in tights fighting some bloke with bad skin and childhood issues which should really have been dealt with way before puberty.  The only saving grace was a rather lovely specimen who wasn't too keen on wearing a shirt (thumbs up to whoever made that decision).  He was the only reason I stayed in the cinema, but he wasn't enough to stop the husband from sleeping all through it.  This wasn't a bad thing though as he couldn't see me drooling at Aquaman as he was apparently called.

Anyway, we had Friday at the cinema, and meals planned for Saturday and Sunday.  I know...three nights out on the bounce, what were we thinking of?  But, as we both agreed, there would be time for lots of power naps over the weekend to prepare us for all the frivolity planned.  Or so we thought...

So while we were in the cinema, the discussions began while we were drooling/asleep.  It started with son number one hinting that he might be home with his gorgeous girlfriend, Little Miss Tiny (she is minuscule, and has been confused with my kitchen doorstop on occasion).  As soon as this was out on the Family Group Chat, daughters one and two agreed that it would be great to come over too.  So by the time we left the cinema, the three of them had agreed to spring a visit on us.

So there we were on Sunday morning.  Surrounded by the detritus which accompanies four twenty somethings.  This included food, cables, laptops and carrier bags and the obligatory hair shedding from daughter number two's extensions.  I'll be unblocking the Hoover again this week...

They were aghast at the amount of food in the fridge, and managed to decimate this over the space of three meals within a fourteen hour period.  When they finally left (en mass around midday on Sunday like the closing minutes of a Benny Hill sketch) it took me two hours to get my house back into a state where I would be happy to let a stranger into my kitchen.  

Items left behind include an earring, four empty water glasses, a rather nice pen (mum's perks - that's gone into my handbag) and empty packs of biscuits and crisps.  There was also no bacon left in the house, and the new loaf I'd bought on Friday is just a distant memory.

And it was bloody wonderful...


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