God knows what we'll be eating tonight. SIL's catering is very unpredictable. Despite a houseful of people (4 adults and 11 kids, aged 10-21) there was half a loaf of bread laid on for breakfast. Last night, after having had no food all day, she fried some eggs and served them with a few bags of takeaway chips, and on Saturday, DH and I went out for dinner with friends, and she looked after our three, along with her own, and she didn't feed them at all! Meals here are just refueling opportunities; there is nothing sociable about them. Everyone just seems to graze on the hoof, and survive on toast. I found some porridge in the cupboard this morning, so the DCs and I ate that for lunch.
But if I suggest popping to the supermarket, or mention that the DCs might appreciate a good meal once in a while (or, heaven forbid, a vegetable) she takes it as a personal affront to her hospitality, so it's got to a point where I just button my lip. I suppose if I had people to stay I would be a little offended if they heaved their own supermarket food into my kitchen and started cooking, or disappeared off to a cafe, but then I'd get some food in. Maybe it's just me.....we're not all the same, after all. And it's only a week; we'll survive.
I've just heard a bloody ice-cream van go past, tune playing! Really? It's December ffs.