Today, I've baked and cooked, washed laundry and the car; chauffeured SuperSpouse to Gourock (his car wouldn't start), been to the charity shop, done the ironing, and cleaned the stair-carpet.
Alas, I commited a major faux-pas: I cooked an inedible beef casserole. We all ate it - hope it won't kill us. But Himself pronounced, 'I CAN'T EAT THAT', when he realised that a hurried casserole isn't a terribly tender one. (Believe me, dear reader, his wife's feelings were considerably less tender than the carrots!)
Note to self. Two lessons have been learned:-
- Tasty casseroles take longer than 75 minutes, even fan-assisted.
- Don't agree to hurry up a casserole just to watch a TV repeat!
Oh, and a third lesson: The distribution of labour needs redistribution.