So this is the content of every phone conversation ever initiated by my mother (excluding only the time she rang up to tell me that B and SiL had had a baby) Mother: So how are you Me: <doesn't matter> Mother: that's good. And how is DH? Me: <anything I like> Mother: Oh right. And how are the children? Me: <perhaps should say they'd been eaten by tigers> Mother: So I was just wondering if you were going to bring the children over some day soon? Me: <is railroaded into suggesting a date> Mother: Oh well, that'll be lovely to see you, bye then. Actually she does sometimes spend about 1 minute more on small talk. So she's rung up today and left a message on the machine and I just know it's going to be a demand to see the children before she and my dad go away on holiday (on bank holiday weekend). There will be no genuine interest in me, no attempt to chat, just a demand to see the GC. She lives about 30 minutes away and we tend to see her once a fortnight - which I think is pretty frequent for that distance and school age DC. I am tempted not to ring back, but will only cause more aggravation. Am I just a glorified taxi driver now?!