If I thought for a minute that my mother-in-law understood this plan, I would be con-bloomin'-vinced that she was out to sabotage my efforts. Last time we went for a meal with them she chose a pie restaurant. EVERY dish (apart from one - Liver and Bacon with mash and veg - which I chose) was a great big pie. And I swear she looked a bit miffed that I'd discovered the liver and bacon. This time it's a pub meal. I thought she'd chosen it for it's convenient location (seeing as the menu's a bit rubbish, plus it's not particularly cheap, and they only serve food til 8pm) Apparently not, and now we've got to sod about with me giving people lifts (ie drive for 45 minutes to get to them, then ferry back and forth getting everyone else there). Jeez. As if working full days on both Saturday and Sunday wasn't enough to make this weekend rubbish!!
Apologies. Rant over.