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I've got just two words to say to you?more tea?

My mother-in-law came to visit
with her own jar of Nescafe.
Uncle Jim, she was sorry to say, is divorcing Auntie Pat
whose new boyfriend has just lost his highly-paid job
and, while she's not complaining, her health
has never been worse.
My husband,
she thinks she should mention,
is looking very tired and my children,
she hates to see,
are behind in their schoolwork.
Again.

My mother-in-law came to visit
and materialised dust from every cranny.
There was, she noted with disapproval,
grime around the bath
and 'someone's' cigarette end in the ashtray.
Don't I know that toys strewn about the lounge will cause an
accident?
Or that room deodorisers are so reasonably priced these days?
Or that the cat has, you know, fleas.
Again.

I patiently pour more tea
while dear 'mummy' spends a penny.
and squirts Harpic around the rim.
With a 'goodness is that the time?'
she prepares to flee my house of her horrors.
I smile warmly
as she exits briskly without pause.
What a shame.
Now someone else will have to tell her
she's tucked her skirt into her drawers.