This evening a friend came over for dinner. In between slicing onions and putting the children to bed I threw on what I considered to be appropriate evening wear for a relaxed dinner at home a deux. Tight gold jeans and patent red high heels ensured my children were all twitchy and wanted to know where I was going.
Ever thoughful of my responsibility as a hostess I had organised the Tesco delivery man to arrive around 10pm. He arrived bang on time to unload my carefully prepared pudding - a Terry's Chocolate Orange. They were 20% off. It'd be rude not to.