DM arranged with her sister (kinda long lost, they haven't spoken for over a decade, but made up recently) that the three of us would go out for mine & her sister's birthdays tomorrow - on what was their mother's and my grandmother's birthday.
DParents turn up yesterday (Sunday) at 9am unannounced. I come downstairs to find them in my kitchen. I get given a card and then DM casually tells me that DF will be coming along on Tuesday now as they "have to go to the solicitor first and it saves us making two trips."
I didn't think quickly enough at the time as DF starts having a go at me about power washing my flagstones as it does them no good taking the surface off (this sort of thing happens a lot). I'm now thinking I don't want to go. It's not about my birthday is it? And I really cannot be bothered having to watch what comes out my mouth so DF doesn't shout me down or go "well it's not that is it?" every time I voice my opinion about anything.
Do I sound like I'm 12? I'm not, I'm 42 today. Happy to be told to get over myself!