The reality of having guests is not as rose-tinted as I thought

telegraph.co.uk:

A post shared by What Katie (Glass) Did Next (@katieelectricg)Still, the reality of having guests is not quite as rose-tinted as my expectations.

I was naïve about just how much work is involved in stripping sheets, cleaning the baths, doing the laundry for the beds, following people around picking up cups, skittling back and forth to the kitchen to make sure everyone has a glass of wine, a cup of tea, some snacks.Although my friends are always here, we never actually get to hang out because I’m too busy being a butler, housewife, handyman – dealing with the fact someone is always telling me we’ve run out of loo roll or milk, or the toilet isn’t working.

Again. It’s almost like I’m running a hotel except it’s costing me a fortune as I’m forced to turn the heating back on in the day when guests start ostentatiously shivering.I bite my tongue as kids smash into my new paintwork and watch them around Stringerbelle after one friend’s little girl asks me: “Can Stringerbelle have strawberry laces?” (No).I had planned a peaceful country life by the fire, reading Mendip Living in the bath.

Martin has other ideas. He comes on weekends demanding I take him out, dragging me down the British Legion, where we win £90 on the fruit machine irritating the locals.