My daughter was recently married off. He was a good, hard-working guy. The family seems to be not bad. The mother is modest, a woman works in a clinic as a nurse. He earns good money. They have everything at home.
Besides my daughter’s husband they have younger children. They haven’t been to the village since we got married. And we have only been there a couple of times, and then for their birthday and New Year’s Eve, we just sat at the table and left.
We live in the suburbs, in a village. We have our own house, garden and garden. And recently a matchmaker and a matchmaker said that they would come to visit us with children. And we will get acquainted closer, and the children in the fresh air. Well, we, though not particularly pleased, as the season of curdling, and the cases in the kitchen and the garden was enough. Well, okay, not strangers how to refuse.
We gave them a separate room. I am in the kitchen in the morning without rest. The matchmaker has a big appetite. And the kids eat well, too. The matchmaker is quiet and modest, but she won’t help. All the time in the chaise lounge with a magazine. Their children trampled all my beds. They picked all my apples, but they would have eaten them. But no, they take a bite and throw it away and go back to climbing the tree for more.
Brother-in-law, as it turned out, likes to drink. When we left, we just exhaled. I hope they will not come again soon. So another thing I forgot, after leaving my husband in his workshop a few tools were missing. And I’m in the kitchen of their cooking stuff.
I can’t believe it. We’ll understand. After all, there was no one else to take all this stuff. Son-in-law is not bad, we are happy for our daughter. But here’s his family, some fellows. Next time they come together, I’ll come up with some excuse to get out of it.
