Tip from the Husband Whisperer

Last night's dinner party was a great success. I am fonder of dinner parties than B.A., but he knows that every dinner party is preceded and succeeded by a tremendous house-cleaning effort on the part of his wife. Despite my best intentions and consulting of bestselling housekeeping books, I am still not a great housekeeper. But the idea of visitors coming to a messy house fills me with horror and shame. It's a bit like Christmas when I automatically go into Baking is my Honour and Privilege and Proof of Femininity mode.