... what kind of fool, when about to start an entirely self-catered dinner party for 12 people, takes a look at the clock (5 minutes to go), the state of the kitchen (chaos), the heat on the barbeque which her husband forgot to start on time to cook the butterflied leg of lamb (not hot enough), and the table (a work in progress due to the fact that the dishwasher was started late and half the cutlery needed to make up the place settings is still inside it), and then thinks to herself;
'Oh, I've got that packet of fresh mint in the fridge, and loads of lemons. Why don't I make some mint lemonade, from scratch, for those who aren't drinking wine?'
Face, palm.
'Oh, I've got that packet of fresh mint in the fridge, and loads of lemons. Why don't I make some mint lemonade, from scratch, for those who aren't drinking wine?'
Face, palm.
