In the olden days, with people coming for lunch, I would have been up early, emptied the dishwasher, found the right bowls, sorted the plates, laid the table, swept the kitchen floor, tidied up and generally got myself into a bit of a lather before people arrived. I wanted to create the impression that a) people were wanted and we had made a big effort and b) we were not complete slobs living in total chaos all the time.
This weekend, I didn't turn on the Barbie until everyone had arrived, let everyone help themselves out of saucepans and let Maff make the salad dressing by opening the Glory Cupboard door and waving vaguely at the shelf containing oils and vinegars. It was a pleasant experiment in pleasing myself.
I didn't even tidy the sitting room, despite the fact I knew we would all be crammed in to watch the Men's Finals - YEAH ANDY - or rush round with freshly brewed coffee. Waving vaguely at various points round the kitchen has become my new way of entertaining and I like it.
I just hope the Fairy Blogmother can cope.