My b-i-l is here for the weekend again.
Theoretically it is to prepare himself for looking after house and hounds while we swan off for TGTH. In reality it is to hide from the crap situation he has built for himself in his hometown. The crap involves several many women (I ask myself why. Another reason I know married the right brother ;-) as well as an alien child who is now 17.
Quite honestly, if he wasn't going home tomorrow I would probably get on the train myself. So far tonight he has said he likes my daughter now (therein followed a five minute diatribe of why she used to wind him up), that we are ripping off an elderly neighbour and that he is the king of any house he comes into and he will be in control. Now if alcohol makes you say all sorts of stupid stuff would this not be the gods' way of saying DON'T DRINK so much.
Locket, I haven't forgotten my promise from his last visit. Honest. I may just have had to rejig at some point.