Housemaid's Knee

I have my in-laws coming to stay for the weekend. Affectionately known as the Griswolds due to the comedy mayhem that seems to surround them, they are due to descend in an hour or so.

Of course, this means that the house has had to be cleaned. I hate housework; it’s such a thankless task. People only notice when it’s not done. Why can’t they be a little more appreciative?

...Oh my! How thoughtful of you to clean up every last piece of crud from the floor in honour of our visit. That must have taken simply ages with your crappy vacuum cleaner that has all the suction power of an asthmatic hamster with a straw. And made all the worse by your unfortunate white carpet/moulting cat/husband who insists on wearing big black fluffy socks combo. Here, come and have a sit down while I mop your brow...

Oh yes, and did I forget to mention that I have a teensy-weensy hangover?