We have had a rather desultory Sunday although I've had a nice long chat with DD1 who is off to Pompeii with school on Weds. She is on vg form at the moment and very friendly.
Oh god, the inlaw visit looms. There is backstory here, of a degree I won't go into online, but also last time they came they flounced out and apparently this was All My Fault. I hold my hand up to some of this - I'm sure I was quite unwelcoming and I just don't like them but also (a) DP is more of a culprit too, surely, than anyone will concede (b) it was just after their mum had died and there was a lot of grief and emotion about. However, I am now the villainous witch who "made his family feel so unwelcome they had to leave". I am also, separately, the person who has made it "impossible to see his friends at our house" (in practice this means one friend whom he meets occasionally and I get on fine with).
When I started asking about when they were visiting this time - because there are quite a few weekend performances, mine and DD1's, which are coming up and it would be nice to know when the hell they are in fact due, he ended up saying "oh he was sorry they were coming at all". Because obviously I am going to create and make everyone miserable.

I am absolutely buggered if I am going to have this one pinned on me. I really am. Am behaving with ostentatious perfection about it. 
And in the meantime every time I ask him for dates he kicks off.
