Hola!
I am returned from in laws holiday, and apart from a shredded tongue from biting it so much, I am intact.
Weather pretty good, tho not scorchio London temps, and we saw many dear little villages, made many sandcastles on lovely beaches, and ate my first whole crab, two tables down from Michael Gove!
DP's family drove us mental. Never wanted to go anywhere, so just sat round the house, and looked at me like I was a judgy middle-class cow when I didn't want DS to have yet another ice cream or bit of cake. I swear DP's nieces didn't eat a single vegetable all week. Their diet was entirely processed crap, interspersed by sweets. The five-year-old has a filling already, and the six-year-old is getting tubby. And they didn't go to bed until 9, when they'd then watch DVDs. Lovely girls, but SiL just yelled at them all the time.
And breathe.
I think I need an early admission to Chateau Crepey, home for the jowly.