I was dating a multi millionaire when I was about 22.
I took him home to meet my folks. Mum offered him a chair which collapsed 'oh I'm sorry' she said ' we just got that from the jumble. I didn'tvrealise it was so flimsy. Why don't you put it out in the yard dad - it does smell a bit too really?.
she turned to her dad who, irritated at being interrupted as he chose his horses prior to nipping to the bookies, shoved the sandwich he was eating into his mouth whole and picked up the chair.
As grandad also didn't have any teeth we had to watch him stand there with smelly broken chair as he tried, with minimal success, to gum the sandwich into submission.......
'would you like a sandwich' my mum finally suggested, ignoring the fact that a sandwich was the last thing anyone in the room would like to eat.
My brave suitor politely declined.
' why don't you go and look at the pigs then' she said.
To this day she cannot explain to me why she thought that viewing the pigs was the correct way to entertain a guest.
[sigh]