Mum-in-law

Mother and Son

Just waiting for the mum-in-law to arrive, so I have a few sneaky minutes of blogging to share!
As I said yesterday, I am extremely lucky having Sorrel as a mother in law.
She's sociable, easily pleased, undemanding and house trained
She is also young-at-heart. terrified to the point of abject hysteria of mice and birds (yes not a good mix with our lifestyle what?) and in her smart "Broadstairs" designer wear, is certainly not built for schlopping through mud with a pig under her arm.
But I do love her dearly!
Like any retired lady of independent means who has a middle aged gay son, Sorrel has often gone on holiday with the two of us,These "adventures" have always proved to be  entertaining affairs, as something "unfortunate" often seems to happen to her when abroad
I have blogged about this before, but I think the story of her first day at the rather select resort of Sitges in Spain is worth repeating for comic effect !
We arrived at Sitges by train, which was not a good move as Sorrel who is a trusting little soul, got herself pick pocketed by two Albanian scumbags before she got off the coastal express!
Hyperventilating and shaky we got her to the very select hotel, checked her into her lovely sea view room with instructions to , freshen up, get changed and meet  us downstairs at the heaving lunchtime restaurant for a stiff gin and tonic and a rejuvenating lunch!
And so, a short time later, dressed classicaly all in black, Sorrel met us outside the hotel where hoards of affluent Spaniards were enjoying their late lunches at the open air dining area.
As we ventured out onto the pavement to pick a table, Sorrel slipped out of one flower encrusted sandal and immediately fell into a large, shallow and incredibly dusty manhole!
It seemed like an absolute age before she managed to climb out, and as "older" ladies have a want to do when they fall over, she rolled over several times before managing to get to her feet!
Chris, mortified with the spectacle of his mother looking as though she had been trampled by a herd of buffalo hissed "Get up get up!!!!!!!!!" rather too loudly as Sorrel, sandal-less and filthy  clambered out of the hole in front of a hushed restaurant
And were was I when all this was happening?
Yes...I was hiding in a nearby doorway , sobbing in hysterics
And that was only day one
hey ho 

The Santa Maria Hotel Sitges (right)