have a wonderful time all those of you going to the meet up. veggie - sorry i won't be able to say goodbye in person - but enjoy enjoy enjoy! and KEEP POSTING! (although i dare say i needn't have said that, what with you being quite possibly the most prolific poster we have - how you manage to do it all with 2 little ones and all your activities, i do not know!)
daisy - so so sorry to hear about your desperately difficult times. i will keep thinking of your family. i did, however, love the blackpool stories and i, too, feel the pain of the lost sausage.
well, back from mentalist wales. FIL is out of hospital and way way better than we thought. it wasn't malignant, but could well have turned, so they did a good thing whipping that part of the bowel out. he had a tricky recovery - lots of vomiting, a paralysed bowel etc. his temporary colostomy bag is causing much hilarity as the poor man farts without any control at all. at least we can all laugh about it (although cracking a smile on MIL's face on this topic is pretty tricky - she has placed anti-bacterial handwashes and air freshners in EVERY ROOM in an effort to wash and spray her huband out of her life - this woman does not like dealing with bodily fluids, i can tell you).
MIL wasn't quite so bad as expected. she only stormed out once, which is good going. although on the way up we stopped off at dh's cousin's house where two of his aunts (and the crazier two out of the FIVE SISTERS - one an alcoholic, the other reminds me of lily savage) told him that his mother was behaving dreadfully towards his dad.
anyway... my main problem wiht MIL now is that she is so desperate to show off with madam that she never allows her any down time, or indeed, any time on her own at all. MIL is constantly shoving her face in madam's, screeching "tuppence" at her at any and every opportunity. when she's crying, when she's happy, when she's grizzling, when she's eating, when she's having her temperature taken, you name it. it is like she is so desperate to show she is being a "good" granny (although she insists on being called "grammy" for reasons to complex to even begin mentioning, even though she herself often forgets and calls herself granny, only to correct herself a couple of moments later - this woman is so CONSTRUCTED!)
oh, and a classic MILism - when madam was born she was 7lbs, 10 oz. mil said "oh, that was the same weight waitingboy was when he was born". this weekend we heard about another baby in teh family, born at 8lbs 1oz and what did she say? "oh, that was the same weight waitingboy was when he was born" - this woman REINVENTS HISTORY TO SUIT HERSELF ALL THE EFFING TIME!
anyway, enough. suffice it to say, i loved ladyt's description of ungritting her teeth after dinner with the inlaws. i, too, have been ungritting for a while.
madam woke up at 5.55am today - felt like a lie-in. what crazy world do i live in when 5.55 is a lie-in?