My stomach sank 5 mins ago when the voice of my health visitor echoed down the line.
“I’ve received The Monster’s report,” she informs me, “and I wondered when would suit you best for me to pop round for a chat.”
I look around the room, and see stuff everywhere – very little where it is meant to be.
“Not today,” I panic. “When were you thinking?”
So now I have to gut the house (well, downstairs really) not to visitor standard, not even Mother in Law standard, but to the giddy heights of Health Visitor standards. Everywhere I look I see things that will “fail.” What am I going to do!?
The challenge is on and I must rise to it. The house must gleam and scream good, yummy mummy by 10am tomorrow morning.
Well, except my bedroom which will be storing the vast majority of the things we own.
Wish me luck!