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... with the ****ing inlaws staying :grr:
I mean, what the ****. I've just opened my Hotel Chocolat box of chocolates this morning and offered them round. The mother in law went straight in for the champagne truffle, '' 'ooo I love these, thanks Bollah' she says. I come back an hour later and find the bottom drawers been opened out and the second and final champagne truffle has gone as well.
Bah ****ing humbug.
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Originally Posted by hibsbollah
Sympathies for you but its quite hilarious.
Reminds me of the old as the hills mother in law joke -
My mate hasn't spoken to his mother in law for the past 20 years.
Couldn't get a word in edgeways.
Today is the one day of the year I love speaking to the Mother in Law. On the phone, as she is in Edinburgh and we are in Liverpool.😁
My sweetie stash gets hidden.
I don’t share food!
That’s shoddy :agree:Quote:
Originally Posted by hibsbollah
:agree:she's a creature, right enough. Unforgivable.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mibbes Aye
Not my place to give advice, especially when it’s a family situation , but if I was to chuck in my tuppenceworth, say nothing and assume the moral high ground. You will hopefully get the chance for her comeuppance in time.Quote:
Originally Posted by hibsbollah
Always remember the Les Dawson gag when he opened the door to his mother in law on a dark rainy night he says “ Don’t stand there getting wet, Go home”
My heart goes out to young Jimmy Boyd who (according to his song) caught his tramp of a mother kissing Santa Claus. Shocking thing for a young lad to witness.
Indeed. Many a future present ruined for him by seeing the reality of what Santa's sack was really all about.Quote:
Originally Posted by snooky
Always feel sorry for Olive, the other reindeer.
She wasn't very nice to Rudolph.Quote:
Originally Posted by NORTHERNHIBBY
Only 12 hours to go and she's gone down the A1. I can bring the best of the food and drink out of hiding and will be free of inane comments, casual racism and flatulence. Freedom.
You have my sympathies - I'm definitely not in this boat.
My Mother-in-law (despite being a ST holder at Ibrox) is one of the most amazing human beings I know, and regularly opens her house up at Christmas to invite my family in addition to her own, meaning we're always altogether on Christmas Day.
She always buys all of the food and drink at Christmas, and usually spends 2 days prepping and cooking everything, making sure the house is spotless in the process.
Granted, 3 solid days of being in their house and I was suddenly very focused on being active, and began walking 10 miles each day just to get some me time :greengrin
Any chance of swapping? :faf:Quote:
Originally Posted by Sylar
I've just been the victim of a lecture on how most homeless people are druggies who could be off the streets if they wanted to, it's just a lifestyle choice apparently.
This is why I've always had one room set apart as "the study" - or as my late wife called it, "the playroom".Quote:
Originally Posted by hibsbollah
All Doddie-destined sweeties go under lock and key in the playroom until the Morlocks leave. Under no circumstances do good chocolates make an appearance, far less get opened, in their presence. Mothers-in-law are the reason God created Ferrero Rocher and Snickers bars.
She collects stamps? Cannae be all bad, then.Quote:
Originally Posted by hibsbollah
I was speaking to a gentleman on Airdrie station on Christmas Eve about this.Quote:
Originally Posted by hibsbollah
A very courteous gentleman, he was in the fortunate position of having a roof over his head for the duration of the Christmas period - that is, for the 24th, 25th and 26th December. After that he was on his own. I'm sure he would have loved to have had access to mind-altering substances - reality was, in his case, an evil bitch who regularly and frequently reared up and kicked him in his most sensitive body-parts and then stood over him laughing. He didn't ask me for money - he was waiting for his train and we were simply passing the time before its arrival in quiet conversation. He made no inane comments, his conversation was in no way -casual or otherwise - racist, and at no time did either of us break wind.
I really don't think his situation was the result of a lifestyle choice.
Since Scotrail doesn't sell alcoholic beverages on their premises, we parted with my contributing a little something to his financial resources on the strict understanding that he wouldn't spend it on a 'nutritious meal' or anything else sensible, but blow it on whatever pleasure - alcoholic or otherwise - might take his fancy. He promised me he would do so.
I hope you'll pardon me saying this, but he seems much nicer than your MIL.
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Originally Posted by Doddie