MawtheMerrier
annsixty
Oh how I agree about the cold reality of family occasions not matching up to expectations.
I do realise that this is not true for many families and I really envy them.
Thank goodness - and I thought it was just me being increasingly curmudgeonly!
My faith in human nature is restored- I love to see them, but I also love to see them go and I love to come home to my own bed!
Talking of stopping at others' houses, it's never your own.
You can't make tea and endless coffee as you don't know where the stock is. Biscuits seem to appear by magic in children's hands but are never given to you as super is nearly ready. 2 hours later you sit down and gulp as much water as you dare in case of cystitis.
The fire is going out and you put on the wrong logs which spark and they haven't got a fire guard.
The double bed is only double if you half lie on top of each other.
DH confesses on the journey home that the loo which is now meant to be back to normal isn't and blocks easily.
The high lite of our homeward journey 7 hours in rain and fog was to stop at services where the toilets were broken and we had to queue for one attached to the petrol station. A very kind lady whispered there was no loo roll so I rummaged for paper hankies and donated the rest of the packet to the woman in the queue behind me with two girls.
Will we be visiting the House of mysteries as I call it next year if invited of course we will, Christmas is for families, but we will stop halfway and have an overnight stay at a travel Lodge or similar and have a good laugh after a good sleep in our own bed.