Visiting my step children
Here I am folks visiting my husbands children.
Well I should say We am sitting in his daughters house waiting for them .
I never want to come here because it's awful .
This arrangement has been made several weeks ago for his daughters to meet up with him this weekend.
He has insisted I come with him ( I would much rather stay at home) but it a long drive over a hundred miles in bad weather so eventually I have sucombed ) Also ( a first ) we have been offered a bed overnight so maybe things are looking up I thought ( previously we have always stayed on a travel lodge or somewhere )
So we arrive after a long drive at about six and have to look for somewhere to buy coffee she doesn't drink coffee and I forgot to bring any Then we wait ages for dinner .At about nine we are about ready to pass out from hunger she says just going to pop the dumplings in the stew and we will eat .
I go in the kitchen and ask can I do anything and she is MAKING the bloody dumplings .
Luckily I had brought a bottle of wine with me to sustain myself !
Ok this morning beautiful but icy Mr M and I get up and take my dog and her ghastly uncontrollable underexcercised dog to park . It was lovely and the dogs had a good time .
The arrangement was she was to drive over to her mother's house pick up her sister who was staying there and come back for breakfast at around 11.OO.
Of I knew this wasn't going to happen so them we went out and bought marmalade ( there is nothing else but toast ) and have fed ourselves and the dogs .
They still haven't turned up and it's gone 12.30
Of course I am inwardly seething for my husbands sake .
He's getting on he has driven all this way and they can't even be here for him.
No wonder neither of them have got husbands !