Having a pandemic was a tad of an overreaction, but the upside of not making the annual trek to MiL's meant sparing me from 4 days of:
Being frozen to the core. There comes a point when no amount of clothing will warm you up. (We managed to escape to McDonalds and I actually ended up in a PMTed, sobbing mess on discovering that Irish McDonalds don't have hot chocolate, after days of contantly feeling chilled)
A soggy double bed where I end up twisted and rolling up against DH.
Further insulting my tense, aching back with a 45-50 yo sofa where you slide off the loose leather cushions as they sneak their way to the floor, and end up with your back at a really awkward upright manner and cricking your neck to watch the TV at 90⁰. Then again, it's normally Columbo or Murder She Wrote on, so not really worth the neck pain.
Before I switched to reusable san pro, having to ask what to do with my pads and walk them out to the wheelie bin... for 4 days.
I like MiL, and I'm sorry that we haven't been able tonsee her for so long, but missing out on 4 days of pain freezing was a silver lining.
BiL tries to blast you frozen with a wind tunnel effect.
DM has no sense of smell and 4 cats of dubious continence...
No one has been able to sit on the 50 year old sofa for at least 15 years since the structure collapsed.
General thing, most sofas are not designed for humans to sit on comfortably unless they're at the taller end of a professional basketball team. Having your ankles waggling out in mid-air is not comfortable.
Teetering around in a lobby, packed in with too many people in a tight space as you're forced to remove shoes instantly is not welcoming.
Provide a toilet brush and bleach. It's very awkward when there isn't the means to clean up after yourself.