Fooled

Beth has gone home for the weekend. As always happens when I have the house to myself, the first few days are a little relaxed when it comes to optimum tidy.
"I'll sort this all out by Monday night. Hoover, bleach, sparkly, got it."
I get a message this morning.
"I'm an hour out. I'll see you soon!"
Shit!
I phone Beth immediately. She knew I was going to do that, and spun it out for a few minutes, until letting me off with a delighted "April Fools!"
Bugger. I am that easy to read.