I'm finding the Mumsnet chicken-ishness of some of the responses to this thread kind of proving my point.
I can well believe that there are many people who are better cooks and housekeepers than me, who are probably baking a souffle in a hollowed out pumpkin warmed by a candle flame as we speak.
I just wanted to introduce two people:
May: Can't bake more than a rice crispie cake, house always slightly grubby, sink overflowing with dirty pans, nasty frozen pizza for dinner on friday nights
June: darling of the PTA for her beautiful frosted cupcakes, robot vacuum cleaner quietly humming around an already clean floor, imaginative fritters whipped up out of leftovers for tea on a friday night, kitchen with a spare side sink to wash my vegetables even if someone left a mug in the main sink.
And I'm literally the same person. This is me. Ten years in it - but I've not spent them in catering college.
I am bloody Nigella and Jamie now. I am it. And I'd like to send a message to my past self - I was still that person then - working just as hard, caring just as much about my little family - I was just getting so much less return on my effort.