It's all in a day!

Friday evening. Had an interesting 24 hours. Was doing fine yesterday until stricken local hotel rang desperate for room (which I had anticipated being empty - and therefore left cleaning of bathroom). Took pity on double booked couple and had a Fawlty Towers moment nabbing flowers and finishing room quickly but they were grateful!

Today going fine until realised that we had 3 rooms to turn around (luckily Diane was sterling). Then brother rang for bed. Then single guy - who is in twin room - rang to say he was going to Bath for evening but he was sending a friend in his place. Fine, well sort of fine. Had imagined peaceful few hours and early bed in preparation for early rise and late party Saturday. And not too happy when this guy rang me to say he was in Norfolk (not just round the corner), leaving at 8.00 with ETA of 10pm.

Brother rings again. There will be 3 of them. No time to do anything with beds. Where are they going to sleep? Plants desperate for water as bone dry. New guests - some very chatty arrive early, so couldn't pick all sweet peas and raspberries. Others arrive altogether. Run back and forth from kitchen with trays of tea and cake. Off they all go for supper. Moments peace and then....whoops, one couple back having had horrid meal in Selsey. Just as I was thinking of joining brother in pub. More talk - the chatty couple and yes, they'd appreciate cup of coffee.

OK. It's then 9pm. Table not laid. Family beds not made. Me not mentally made. Bread not made.

Brief 30 minute interlude when joined others in pub. Legs aching!

10pm. Phone call from Norfolk chappy stuck on M25. Guess what. He's going to be late. His ETA now 11.30. Grrrrrrrrr. Specially wanted early night as no good at burning candle both ends.

And another guess what....there's yet another friend of nephew coming. Leave them to sort out sofa beds and mattresses on floor. And just seen it's 11.30.

Remind me, why did I choose to do this?