Do you know what really bugs me?

People who leave a gap for you to come out of a T-junction in traffic the moment cars are coming in the opposite direction then decide to drive on rather than wait a second.

I know I shouldn't moan.

It is hardly the biggest thing going on in the world at the moment as we seem to be edging ever closer to World War Three.

Perhaps moaning about these little things helps keep us in our safe, small worlds rather than looking at the scary, bigger picture.

Anyway, I digress. I think my moaning is a stress hangover.

It has been a stressful weekend - well it started Friday to be honest.

Jacob's year held a Christmas fair and they were to run their own stalls in the spirit of enterprise.

While other children slaved over homemade decorations or comic books, my son embarked on a bit of delegation getting his nan to bake a cake he had designed.

In Great British Bake Off terms this was a definite showstopper which had taken my talented mother-in-law hours to make.

A 3D Christmas tree with Father Christmas popping a present underneath, it turned heads in the playground as I dropped it into school.

But it had to stay in school until the end of the day which is where my concerns lay - what if Jacob dropped it, what if some kid messed with it, what if it was too hot and the icing starts to sag.

Well, I am pleased to say it made it through the day and on to the stage to hand over the cake to the rightful winner.

Stood in front of half the school, the teacher, microphone in hand came towards me.

"Mrs Mulvey," she announced to the room, "What a wonderful cake, it must have taken you hours to bake."

Erm. It was fight or flight. Do I admit the truth or take the praise?

Cheeks redder than the fondant Santa's jacket, all eyes on me, I squeaked: "Um, no it was my erm mother-in-law."

I then had to stand there like a turkey while they gave my absent in-law a round of applause.

It didn't stop there though.

The stress continued to Sunday - and if you have ever organised a birthday party for 30 five-year-olds you will know what I mean.

Why hadn't some people RSVPd, would they still show up, did I have enough party bags/food/plates, will the magician appear.

I was doing my best swan impression - all calm and serene to the other parents, smile, smile, smile while on the inside in full on panic mode.

By Sunday early evening, even a big cup of coffee didn't stop me from crashing out on the sofa.

So, if you wouldn't mind, I would like an extra weekend to get over my weekend.