My mil is lovely. Very kind and sweet, but she's also the sort of woman, who irons her sheets and has a special drawer for holiday toiletries. I sometimes find her looking at me as though I'm a complete mystery to her.... We have a giggle together, but she can't understand a woman, who doesn't always carry a pac-a-mac, and, or umbrella, and God forbid, a woman should be tipsy....I still remember the shock on her face, one Christmas, when I advised her that one bottle of wine would not see me through the whole festive period.....anyone else from a different planet, to their mil?