Well it's over a week since my last rant, and I've little to add. Having said that, my minor moans are always worth venting. If you get bored, please just skip ahead.
Last time I left you, I was explaining that because Chloe hadn't done her own washing up I'd moved it up to her bedroom. Suprise, suprise, all the glasses are still up there, although she has moved them, to make some space for her lap top. We've barely seen her this week, because she stayed at her mums or at Matt's. Fine by me, but I do need to know how many people I'm cooking tea for. So she bobbed round for Sunday lunch, this follows on from last week asking us to cook a roast dinner and me saying we'd do it the following weekend. So she arrived just in time for tea, but luckily we were running late, so Rob got her to mash the potatoes and I got her to lay the table. We had tea, which was pleasant, little to comment on, then sat and watched a bit of TV, until Rob could collect Matt for her at 8.00pm when he finished work. Rob and Chloe bickered and winged at each other all the time. Very annoying, don't they know how to be friends with each other? No obviously not.
Rob collected Matt, for whom we had plated up a dinner, we watched more TV and they went to bed a few mins before us. So what am I annoyed about? Despite cooking her the meal she wanted, collecting Matt from Macca D's and preparing his tea as well, they didn't offer to do any washing up. The bomb that had hit our kitchen exploded in a way as to cause maximum washing up, debris everywhere and had left food on Matt's plate that hadn't even been scraped off. Our house is small, with two usuable bedrooms, but no facilities for providing a hotel service and no space to house a live in maid. I think Chloe was a Princess in a former life.
I've invited my friend Jayne over for Saturday night, it's our turn to cook for Steve and Donna, so I'm adding an extra guest. Jayne lives in Chesterfield, we're extremely good friends, yet see each other rarely, only talking on the phone once in a blue moon. I explained to Chloe that I was inviting Jane over and that she would need to tidy her room out - it's not her weekend to stay, she'll be at her mums. Chloe of course wont do anything about it. As I am no longer fooled by her attempts to consider helping out, I've come up with two cunning plans. Firstly I suggested to Jayne that she and I stop over in the caravan, this makes it far more girly and means we wont bore Rob with our incessant chatter. Obviously I wont need Chloe's bedroom by doing it this way. Secondly I will threaten Chloe that as she hasn't cleared her room, I will be putting everything in black bin liners so that I can tidy her room, and so that Jayne can stay over, and I will hide the bags in the little box room. There is no way that I will do this, Jayne and I in the caravan will be much more fun, but Chloe doesn't need to know this, having said that a number of items put into half a dozen carrier bags might be quite therapeutic for me, and then I can say, that I ran out of time to finish off, so we stayed in the caravan, but she will now have to sort out the mess I left in her room.
Dinner for Saturday night, I intend to do fish, I'm wanting something healthy, easy to cook and prepare, but I've not really experimented with fish much. I've choses Seared Scallops with roasted tomato salsa as a starter and from Jamie Oliver, roasted white fish wrapped in smoked bacon with lemon mayo and asparagus, served with a rosti. I'm going to get Rob to make pudding and if anything goes wrong I'll nip to the chippy
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