There's nothing worse than being stressed than when your mum and aunt are in town.
I have 26 events to organise this week.
We are doing some awesome Londoney things, like visit the Tate Modern, seeing shows, going for high tea, and in the back of my mind, I have this horrible niggling stress thing going on that's keeping me up at night.
I.m dreaming about work.
It's so inconvenient.
As my colleague said to me the other day,
"Oh I killed my family."
"I had to. Conflict of interest. Work was taking precedent. Didn't want to have to choose."
PS: Having my mum and aunt around is superdee duperdee nice though. No denyin'.