We made a huge roast yesterday and had friends round - about 12 of us, plus kids. Everyone arrived about 1pm. Food was fab, lovely afternoon. But then… nobody left? I went to bed about 9 (I’m a wuss) whilst DH and friends played loud rock metal outside my bedroom window. Nobody left til midnight. I couldn’t sleep at all and I’ve woken up fuming. And quite knackered.
Now the thing is, I don’t want to be mad. Staying up til midnight on a bank holiday weekend is hardly bad behaviour. Making some noise isn’t the end of the world. He’s normally considerate and lovely (plus he made some effort to clean up). Please help me put this in perspective and shake it off so we can have a nice Monday!