My in-laws had invited us to join them on a () weekend away at a resort located about out of town over this past weekend. We’ve gone away with them several times (though not to this particular place), and we’ve always enjoyed ourselves, so we agreed to go, despite that this past was our .
The we were at was very nice, though heavily populated by ““, as my father-in-law like to to them. On the whole, the weekend away was great, because it has been quite a long while since we’ve been away, however I didn’t really enjoy myself:
Shortly before we at the resort, my wife told me that would also be at the resort for the weekend, but we would each be keeping strictly to ourselves. Right right.
Saturday morning, guess who pitches up? You got it. . A little while later, his girlfriend pitches up, and they settle. Turns out, they’re camping, while we have a cabin, so we have TV, and they don’t. He basically just came round to watch a rugby game, and have breakfast. A little while after the game, they both leave, but not before making arrangements to join us for supper.
Sunday – same deal, almost exactly, except he arrived at . This time to watch a grand prix. I don’t know exactly what happened, but somehow I don’t think it ended up being on any channel that we could get. After breakfast, they left (but not before making arrangements to join us for supper).
Monday morning – you guessed it. I’m not sure what the reason was exactly, but we had breakfast together again. Thankfully, we packed up and went home around 10h30.
Don’t get me wrong – He didn’t mooch off us at all. He provided quite a lot of the food that we ate (as far as I know). All in all, he’s not a bad guy, and his girl friend is a really nice person – but I really did not want to spend the weekend with them, especially when they weren’t . Damnit.
So that’s why my weekend sucked.
The part of my weekend that DIDN’T suck was getting to spend some time with my wife and kids, away from the house. I love you guys.