Hurray my life is back to normal and so is my temper. Such a lovely day yesterday, the sun was shining and I threw open the windows in the guest bedroom to turn it back to my kind of place.The cousins insist on bringing their own (polyester floral) sheets and pillowcases, their own towels and their own electric blanket, the latter possibly because we don't have one but they put it on the bed throughout the year. I restored my own linen, hoovered and dusted the room and cleaned the bathroom (yes they also provide their own toilet rolls). The guest rooms may be ready for guests again but it doesn't mean I want any for a while. It's been an absolute joy having the house to myself and I've fallen in love with my home again. Maybe you need some rubbish time to make you realise how fortunate you are, I'm certainly appreciating having space and time to myself. I ate lunch in the garden, hung out washing, pottered in the greenhouse, visited some blogs, just relished being at home. In the evening I baked rock buns to fill the cake tin, finished off the chicken in a pie with some mushrooms, did some calming knitting and felt absolutely bloomin amazingly happy, as happy as I do when I'm in Italy wearing my flip flops.
Thank you all for your comments, it's reassuring to know that I'm not the only one with family that deserve an anti social behaviour order. As they say, you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose but you can't pick your relatives.