So, we endured another parental visit.
I tried to quieten the shoutyness in my head by compiling a list.
Things my parents hate
-abroad (they’ve never been, but they know they don’t like it)
-foreigners (natch, the Daily Mail said everyone should)
-foreign food (prompted by a pan of bolognese)
-CND (oooh this one’s new! prompted by the symbol on a birthday card)
-green (prompted by the cardigan I’m knitting- apparently green’s unlucky- yes, all green… By this point, I was failing to hide my amusement.)
So much hatred. Life is too short.
My children declined to enter the house to listen to any of this insane ranting, “No, thank you, we’d rather sit outside.”
It was a brief visit.