I think it may of been my girlfriends back in Manchester, but it's not like them not to put a note with it or something??? Strange!!

I've just quickly read a chapter from 'The Bitch Rules' book which is called "Don't Clear the Table at a Dinner Party Unless the Men Get Up to Help Too".  It's a very good piece, I urge you to read it.  Basically what it's saying is that when one is invited round to dinner, that you should NOT help your guests clear up, in fact you should let your hosts attend to ALL the post-repast cleaning.  This of course is under the assumption that at that period of time butlers and maids figured in the involvement.  They now suggest that you, the woman who has cooked the meal, should sit afterwards with liquor and cigarette in hand in a revolt position and wait for the men to help load the dishwasher etc.  The section of the book goes into this revolt situation very heavily, however I feel that there is no particular need to feel such defiance after a meal....do like I do, FUCK ALL.  Example: out at the summer house the other week, we ate, we finished, I sat and smoked, the boys cleaned up the plates AND loaded them in dishwasher AND tidied up the kitchen.  This you may think was very sweet of them after I'd cooked an exhausting meal over the barbecue!!  The truth be known, I hadn't cooked in the first place, not a bleedin thing, I think maybe I did the salad and that was it.......love it!!

Also this morning our other sharer Mr. Boockvar (you remember yesterday's rant??), rang and APOLOGIZED for his shortness on the phone yesterday.  This makes me feel great, retribution is wonderful.  No honestly I was so pissed off about the whole pettiness of his phone call that I, as you saw yesterday rang HIM back and left an equally short and abrupt message regarding his trivial little nigglings of things out at the house.

My headache is back with a vengeance, I'm going to read my book for a bit....later!!