Mother phoned me this morning at 8 as I was getting on to the train.
Started: You have GOT to stop DH driving so fast... your sister and I were being thrown around in the back of the car on Saturday... the baby would have been rattling around...
OK, I said, will pass it on. I have not travelled in the back so I did not realise it is different back there. I assure you I had a comfortable journey and also that to assume DH would not consider the safety of his child is a bit off.
It just encouraged her: Hoodie... boy racer... 31.... very angry that my daughter was being driven like that... if he had to stop suddenly you would have been in real trouble...
Thing is, DH has both a heavy right foot and a healthy enjoyment of his new car with the big engine. But I honestly did feel fine. And would have said something if I didn't.
V annoyed that rather than have a quiet word with him yesterday over the phone - because I didn't want to offend him, she says - she and sis have clearly spent Sunday stewing and slagged him off to me on Monday morning. AIBU?