This glorious weather has had an adverse affect on household duties

If this glorious spell of fine weather doesn’t draw to a close soon, anarchy will be declared on the home front.

Ever since the sun showed its elusive face a couple of weeks ago, all normal services have been cancelled resulting in a house that looks like a bomb site and three very unhappy campers.

I’m not a bit unhappy. I’m in my bloody element! I haven’t put on a wash in a week, although saying that, there has been great drying out. I haven’t cooked a dinner, nor cleaned a table, changed a bed or shoved a toilet brush down the loo. I have suspended all my housewifely duties until the sun disappears, at which time normal service will be resumed.

The rest of them are not impressed. Especially Himself. He gives out about my cooking but when he’s had takeaway three nights in a row, my roast chicken looks virtually Michelin star. ‘How many more nights do you intend

HE GIVES OUT ABOUT MY COOKING BUT WHEN HE’S HAD TAKEAWAY THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW, MY ROAST CHICKEN LOOKS VIRTUALLY MICHELIN STAR

throwing takeaway at us? I suppose there’s no chance of a home cooked meal?’ he inquired.

‘None. WHAT SO EVER! At least until the weather changes. Anyway you don’t even like my cooking so what are you complaining about?’ I said dumping a chicken madras in front of him. ‘What’s seldom is wonderful,’ he muttered looking at the carton miserably.

Meanwhile my offspring have suddenly become concerned about the lack of clean underwear. ‘Maaaaaam, where are my clean jocks?’ I replied, probably under his bed where he’d left them. ‘But why have I no clean ones?’

‘Maybe because I didn’t wash any,’ I said rubbing sun cream into my arms and telling him now might be a good time to learn how to use the washing machine. He looked at me startled. ‘I haven’t got time to do washing! I have to study!’

Ah yes. I was wondering when he would use the old Junior Cert card. The fact that I haven’t seen him pick up a book in weeks is pointed out to him but I’m told if you study too much you forget everything you learn so you just study at the last minute. That’s a new one on me!

The daughter takes her head out of the fridge momentarily to tell me there’s no apple juice. Worse still there’s no crisps. ‘Ah yeah I haven’t done a shop. I will when the weather changes.’ The children look at me in horror.

‘So you mean you’re not going to do any washing, cooking, cleaning or shopping until the sun stops shining?’

‘Correct.’

‘But what if the sun doesn’t stop shining?’ asks The Youngest anxiously.

‘Just think of all the new skills you will learn!’

I may just put the Child of Prague in the garden tonight to give myself another few days off!