They flap about things. They offered us a manky old wardrobe that had been in their spare room since 1974 to clean up and use for dd.
We said we'd have it, and then they spent the next week phoning us every single evening asking when we were coming to get it.
Dh borrowed their spare watering can a week ago (we've bought one now) and they have again been flapping asking for it back. Dh said, 'sorry, I didn't realise you needed it' and mil said 'we don't, but you've finished with it'.
They call most days and it's usually to remind us to do something, like water our grass as the suns been out (hence the offer of a watering can ) or change out eBay passwords because it was on the news or to tell us they've saved a coupon for 25p off butter for us that we need to collect from them.
They mean well and I do adore them but they are driving me batshit at the moment. It's stifling. Mil called this morning to ask dh when he's picking up the spare lawn mower blades they've found for him. We don't need them, but she thinks our grass needs a better cut.
Can we have a 'my pils drive me completely banaynay because...' thread to lighten my mood?