Most of my Sheffield ex in-laws were mad and forever seeing things.
Did they ever see my dad?
Mr C's parents are barking. The harridan phoned yesterday to say that a letter had arrived for him which had PRIORITY on the envelope. He told her that it was prolly from Readers Digest and that he would collect it today. What she really wanted was for him to say 'open it.'
Just before we left there was a huge upset during which Mr C was told that his trouble was that he always came with baggage, ie a wife of 25 years who was an Anglo Indian who was the mother of their only grandchild and who selfishly died six years ago.
This upset happened because Mr C asked if his son (their grandchild) could come and stay overnight as he was having a tough time, they said no as Lurkio would have to clear a bed for him.
However, Lurkio the 50 year old son who lives at home has never had a job, stalks women 20 years younger than him in the local shopping centre who has regular alcoholic binges which result in their GP being called to the house and him staying in bed for days at a time, who cannot do his own ironing or washing, cannot fix the garage door or lag the water tank in the loft during freezing weather, take his father to a local tyre depot to buy a tyre when his offside front tyre and his spare tyre are flat, drive his father to the dentist when there is snow on the ground, because he did not want to learn to drive,who will somehow clean out their house sell it and will purchase and live in a flat (this is what The Harridan has told me) of his own does not have baggage.
As a sort of peace offering and TBH a depth gauge I sent a card to The Harridan when we left thanking them for their hospitality and inviting them to come and see their sons new house at any time and specifically invited them to 'tea' on the first Sunday in February. They have not visited and I have not had a reply.
I will write to them early next week expressing my disappointment whilst making it clear that I expected them here and made a special effort to cater for their needs.
Oh boy am I fucked off.