Today Brenda and Sara visited from Nagano.
It was great to see them again and hear all the details of the plane trip from hell.
It wasn't just Brenda and I talking though.
Sara has reached the communicative stage and was very meaningfully and quite clearly explaining a lot of stuff to us.
Unfortunately in a language neither of us understand... and from the look on Sara's face she wasn't buying our excuses.
But that wasn't what made me feel old.
It was my hospitality.
Brenda said she'd call when she left the house (giving me about an hour before she would arrive)
I was in my PJs and eating brekky when I got that email and decided I would clean the house until she called and then go out and buy something for morning tea.
But I got in the cleaning groove and you know how these things escalate and you go from vacuuming and tidying to mopping and dusting the fiddly bits on the stairway bannisters, then cleaning the windows, then you've got an old toothbrush out and you're leaning over the sink cleaning behind the taps.... because of course the first thing all guests do is check behind the taps and under the gas range (yup did there, too), right?
Well, you guessed it. Not only did I run out of time to go shopping I also ended up needing a shower which sucked up more time- because of course I had to clean the bathroom mirror while I was there, right?
No problem. I decided to bake some muffins. That only takes about 20 minutes. And it's something you can take out of the oven after guests have arrived without looking too unprepared, right?
I went to get out a cookbook and realised the whole bottom shelf there was a mess of crayons and dustballs and acorns and general detritis, and the cookbooks needed restacking as well. Because you just never know when a guest will be poking around the kitchen and end up getting shocked by your messy cookbook collection, right?
Hahhh. A job well done.
Aggghhhh! Time suckage! 10 minutes to go and I forgot to set the oven before I started rearranging the cookooks. My beloved oven takes a full 10 minutes to pre-heat. I am out of time. If I start making the muffins now I will still be in the kitchen when Brenda arrives. She will have to come in to chat while I get them in the oven. And she'll be sure to notice the cobwebs stuck in the unreachable-without-K's-help itty bitty gap between the wall and the fridge. Because she'd be sure to look there first, right?
Biting my lip and looking hopefully around the kitchen in case you know there was a carrot cake or tin of Anzac cookies I'd made and forgotten about by some miracle. (Yeah right!) Then I remembered I did have sweets on hand.
Emergency sweets for if guests suddenly turned up in fact.
They were in the freezer.
Not ice-cream though.
That would have been a bit odd at 10am but kind of hip and cool rather than old womanish, right?
Nope. What I had was the fuddy duddy aunt of hip and cool ice-cream.
But it was something! And so I quickly defrosted some.
And when Brenda and Sara turned up I calmly served up apple slices and chestnuts in syrup.
With toothpicks to serve to boot.
It's a combination you could (and probably would) be served all over this area in this season.
I've been served it umpteen times.
By people at least three decades older than me though.
I've never served it up to anyone before.
I think I crossed the line.
I'm an old woman.
Tomorrow I'm just going to have to go and buy some floral ninja-esque sun-shading headwear.