My parents have always been pretty delighted with their own view of the world, and extremely censorious of anyone who doesn't live up to it.
I moved away years ago; in recent years they have taken to moaning the entire time that I won't fit in with their holiday plans. I say "I'll be really busy with work in September" so lo and behold they decide to come and visit in September, then get really p'd off when I say "actually i'm busy then".
The last few years they have decided they really like a particular island in the Carribean. Lucky for them on their baby boomer final salary pensions, they go there about 5 times a year. Every single time there is a demand that I join them, and then major sulking when I point out that I can't afford about 250 quid per day. there is absolutely no way they intend paying for me - they hate spongers.
I have just said that I am being made redundant in July from my job that pays approximately the minimum wage. I have already spent all my savings on electricity and food. Guess what the only comment was?
"We are having such a lovely time here. We've decided to come here again in September. Given that you won't have a job you'll have lots of free time, so why don't you come with us?"
AAARRRGGGGGHHHHH