In which we are annoyed and inconvenienced ...

... or at least we would be, if I had one of those difficult relationships with my mother or if Mr Brown had a more traditional relationship with his mother-in-law*.
My mum comes into town to work on the local rag Wednesday and Thursday. Because it's a hell of a trip (involving car, ferry, train & light rail) from her place to town, she stays with us Wednesday night.
We have a nice dinner, several glasses of wine and chat. She washes up Thursday morning!
The papal chaos that is Sydney this week somehow means she can't make it home after work on Thursday. So we get her an extra night. One trusts she'll wash up Friday morning too!

* as it happens they get on rather well, too well. He's convinced she'd side with him should we ever break up. She promises me not but he doesn't believe it!