It's my last weekend before going into hospital to have a benign brain tumour removed on Monday.
We're volunteering at the local food bank this afternoon then have just a quiet family time planned, though no doubt DH and DS will want to watch the football.
We were on our way to Sainsburys when DH's mobile went, it was BIL, who leaves 300 miles away, saying that he was half an hour away and was popping in for a visit.
When I called him back to ask if he was stopping for dinner (I wanted to know how much food to buy) it became apparent that he planned to stay overnight.
BIL is really hard work, very opinionated and doesn't listen to a word anyone says, he does have mental and physical health problems.
I'm anxious anyway about this operation and this has just topped me over the edge, I sobbed hysterically in Sainsburys. 
I've tried to be nice but I just can't do it, he's just offered to look after the DCs ( the eldest of which is 17!) so we can go out, I snapped that I wanted to spend time with my family and have left the room.
I know IABU but I just can't do it!