I actually get on quite well with my FIL but sometimes he is a complete fucking cockwomble.
They live about a mile down the road and him and DH work together in the family business. Occasionally he forgets it's 2017 and he can call DH to find out what he's planning to do that day, although today that wasn't necessary as they already knew what everyone was doing.
So why does he stride into my just mopped kitchen unannounced letting all the fucking dogs in, move all my cushions out of the window seat to accommodate his arse at 7 o fucking clock in the morning when he knows we're both busy getting shit together before work, I'm usually in various states of undress and at just under 38 weeks pregnant, not in the best of spirits.
And then the fucker says "what have you got there, a coffee?" Yes, yes I fucking have and I'm not offering you one, I'm sure you've got your own hot beverage making facilities at your own fucking house, off back to which you can fuck.
Argh. I feel sorry for my MIL on days like today. I'm in a bad mood now.