I had a couple of cold beers earlier, those little 250ml bottles of French muck from Aldi. Moodyson #1 had some in his fridge, I thought I'd raised him better than that but then I remembered he's not allowed booze with his anxiety issues. The snowflake.
I still can't find the "special" one they did that I found in a little supermarket in Menorca 20 years ago. We had to sneak it into the pool area of the hotel because they were uppity about people bringing their own booze in. By it was good stuff.
One good thing about visiting your inlaws to gently explain to them that their daughter has suffered a minor heart attack is FIL's insistence on you taking home a couple of bottles of Piraat Triple Hop.
They're both doing alright Lily. MIL still has her shakes, some days worse than others, this will never stop but she was OK yesterday. Meanwhile FIL seems to have found the right happy pills to sort his head out.
After MIL's fall they vowed not to let it put them off going places. A couple of night's ago, for the first time in over 2 1/2 years, they went to a restaurant for a meal.