Sitting in my mum's garden on Good Friday afternoon she asks;
'Who would like a drink?'
Me- 'Ooh yes, glass of wine please' (thinking 'I'd thought she'd never ask')
My dad- 'Cup of tea'd be nice'
My husband- 'Yes, I'll have a cup of tea thanks'
My brother- 'Is there any of that cranberry juice left?'
My sister-in-law- 'Nothing for me thanks'
My elder son, younger son, daughter and niece- 'Ginger beer/orange juice/cranberry/elderflower cordial please'
I realise, yet again, that I am the only one having alcohol. I swiftly change my order to 'Ginger beer please'
I make up for it later.
My daughter and niece sharing some tunes.
My daughter is outraged to discover that her cousin, despite being the younger by nine days, goes to bed a whole two hours later than she does (in the holidays at least).
I mentally add this to the list of things my brother has done to annoy me, chief amongst which is to become disgustingly fit (sister-in-law guilty of this too). He has largely given up alcohol too and makes me feel like a fat old soak every time I see him.
Other crimes include observing that this blog is not as funny as it used to be, and telling younger son that his hair cut made him look like Justin Bieber, which is just about the worst thing you can say to younger son.
Younger son has been to the barber's this morning.
My brother and sister-in-law are big fans of The Quince Tree though, checking it every day 'to see what you're having for your tea' .
Their brief stay with my parents also provided us with the opportunity to offload daughter at said parents' for a sleepover with her cousin, which meant a sunny day free of whinging about water fights, paddling pools, sprinklers and ice lollies, so, I forgive them and it was lovely to see them :o)