The wife and I, unfortunately, have ended up by random chance living in the same city as her brother.
We avoid spending time with him and his family as a rule because for one thing we don't enjoy each others company and they have never been close.
This of course is suboptimal as far as her parents are concerned so every no and again we realize we have nothing to do but meet up with them.
But here comes the other reason. Following this visit, as with all the rest...
A few days go by and... the wife's parents get very upset with her and attempt to give her quite the scolding because as ever, something that we did, didn't do, said, didn't say, intimated, insinuated or seemed to indicate has caused her brother offence.
This time it was that we didn't spend the required amount of time cooing over his infant son.
This, because his a parent, ergo insane, is a huge slight. And because he's a man child sent him running to his parents to complain of our rudeness.
@rpcutts Sounds like my Sister-in-law. We call her Lady Beckham. She invited us round a good few years ago to look at the En Suite her then partner had recently fitted. It was a a bog and a shower in the bedroom! The best laugh was the shower tray was literally 2ft from the bed. How I didn't burst out laughing I don't know although she wasn't impressed when I asked if I could give the toilet a try. Bwahahaha
Stream of inane drivel.
Some legacy microblogging.
Carrying bags of sand and what have you.