Bad luck, MI. I thought mine had come last week, after a five-month absence, but it was the faintest smudge, then gone the next day. Does that even count?
Holidays with inlaws - well, I've done it once, a pre-DC week in Ibiza. It was OK because DH and I mostly did our own thing. MIL never speaks unless she's spoken to, and didn't want to stray from the appartment, and FIL hit the sauce on Day 3 and was confined to bed for two days sleeping it off. The main issue was MIL's extreme fussiness with food, which meant scrutinising every menu to check if they sold plain chicken, rice, or other such recognisable things (and if the establishment was English, with "pub" written on the sign, then all the better 
).
DH, bless him, has been on holiday with my Dad's side of the family five times, and with my Mum's twice, in fact he never fails to point out that he even took his ILs on his honeymoon (we had a few days alone, then joined my parents and the DCs on Corsica for a week). But he's an easy-going chap.
Strops - big sympathies to your DH. I had my nose cauterised when I was 12, and it was the single most painful experience of my life (until I gave birth). It hurt for weeks, but it did at least stop the horrendous nosebleeds.
No dentist on the horizon here, but I'm thinking I must book a hygienist appointment, as my front teeth are getting stained by all the red wine tea I drink. I bought a little tool off eBay to scour away the marks, but I'm not convinced it isn't filing away my teeth at the same time. Ah well.....