I am going to NI for the DAY. I thought MIL would be pleased when told her - well, yes, but she then had to say how it was so sad that dh couldn't go & how his gran was so old & frail she wouldn't last much longer. Still, MIL herself won't go to visit (this is her own mother) because oh no, it's too hard for her!!! Argh!
Then my parents are just completely in denial that they are not getting any younger, mum needs a disabled badge, and somehow they're convinced that magically they'll both be younger, fitter & healthier in the future! their house is becoming one of those old people's houses that are just a bit dirty/greasy, and every spare bit of space is STUFFED full, so there's nowhere for our things, we just about have room for a suitcase, with all our clothes piled up in it.
And breathe. Sorry, you'll regret asking me now.
Still, I have managed to get a night in London, meeting up with a friend to have Champagne tea & get riotously drunk, and crash at her place.
And I shall eat jaffa cakes.
(btw, ALL our families seem to think twice a year isn't enough, yet none of them come to visit us. Honestly, there could be 'words' had this visit.)
I'm selling cakes at market over the summer - I've lost my voice atm, so am a rl pat butcher type.