I know she was helping, but I have mastitis, a temperature and the shivers. She popped in for coffee and I asked if she could please make them beans on toast as DH is away and I am in pain on the sofa.
After umming and aaaghing and a couple of phone calls to delay drinks plans she cooked this for them, but then had to race off.
She patted me on the head and said she had to go now, sorry for not clearing up and I said that was fine I'd load the dishwasher later.
It's a total f*ing pigsty out there, food all over the floor, spilled on the table, pans piled up on the hob. I know she was doing me a favour but I wouldn't have made that much mess making beans on toast.
She went off feeling pleased with herself, and I could cry looking at the mess. DS1 has offered to help.