Fish and visitors go off after 3 days. This is a favourite saying of a friend. And frankly …… I have had it with fish.
I haven’t had a week to myself (or with hubby) …. for months now. I am run off my feet with work and school, and when I get home, I seem to have a never ending stream of relatives using my home for a motel. More frustrating, hubby is forced to treat our home like a motel. His travel interstate means that the poor man is bombarded with concentrated wife troubles, coupled with the knowledge that all things ….. ahem 😳 … personal …. have been seriously disrupted. Roll on school holidays ……. maybe my visitor will go visit someone else. We can only hope.