I can't fathom why my in-laws won't hand over their ration books to me so I can feed their Grandchilden. Their other Grandchilden can be fed by their mothers' families - and I know those with men in the Services get treated better - it's different for me. My parents should not feel they have to step-in afterall, I was "given away"!!!
Anyway, I know how hard my parents are finding it just feeding the in-house Labradors let alone the Hounds! The cheek of the Butcher! Bones are for stock, not for [inappropriately named Dogs]. Power goes to the head of the lower classes very quickly. As for the tenants moaning about raised rents - don't they know there's a War on?
I'm SURE my in-laws are stockpiling (and may tell the authorities). I accidentally fell into their larder, injured myself and had to go through the shelves in order to find some leverage to get myself out. I found a tin of pineapple plus some blown tins of SPAM from the Great War. God knows what I would have discovered had I not been rescued. I had to tell my MIL off because I couldn't find any baskets or net shopping bags. Doesn't she know there's a war on? Luckily, I managed to grab a "Pinny" (alas, not one with two pockets) so was able to save the pineapple.
My two BIL are overseas so why hoard stuff for them? They're probably having a whale of a time in Singapore / North Africa; haven't heard about whereabouts for a while.*
My DH has a very important job with a Bank and was declared unfit for active service due to flat feet (signed off by my darling DF 😉).
BTW. I just think PIL's are being selfish - they're in London by the river and bound to be bombed out soon so why not plan ahead?
I know this sounds as IBU but surely they would want to ensure their Grandchilden are well fed? They're in their fifties so shouldn't need so much food anyway.
My darling boy was so upset when I couldn't give him an egg to undertake an experiment (from an old textbook) - which would would have involved him launching it from an upstairs window - that he tried to utilise next door's kitten. We did manage to avoid any unpleasantness - they didn't seemed to be assured that my Darling Boy had a sure fire plan up his sleeve to deliver kitten safely to the ground. Needless to say, my DS was so upset he couldn't clarify his plan.
Don't the neighbours know there's a war on? More to the point, there wouldn't have been an issue if my PIL's let me have their ration books hence egg, in the first place.
Luckily, we're still getting concentrated, tinned Orange Juice as part of the baby's vitamin C rations so able to still have a civilised Gin of an evening!
obviously don't have their ration books - army looks after them (we should be so lucky) but I KNOW they're saving sugar AND flour to bake a cake in the unlikely event they return - I won't be lending an egg or compensating them for the previously willingly handed over / donated eggs, dried egg, sugar, butter, lard, meat etc. I've had to beg off them for real* occasions - like my birthday).
Also, I offered to look after MIL jewellery and was rebuffed when I said no point in storing in DH Bank's Safety Deposit Box; obviously my DD would want to play with bits and pieces including the Tiara and I know I lost that emerald ring which ended up in a Pawn shop coincidentally the same time when I had an unfortunate casinobill to pay but at least FIL was able to buy back!
Don't people understand there's a war on?
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