In article >, cshenk1
@cox.net says...
> > LOL. Another SIL cooking saga.
> >
> > The first year we were married my SIL A unexpectedly invited us to
> > Christmas dinner. When we arrived we found out why; she said
> > "Boyfriend and I are going out for a drink with friends, you're not
> > invited. You can look after the grandparents (one blind, one senile)
> > and cook dinner. Byeee". It was all raw; she had prepared nothing.
> >
> > SIL and her BF rolled home drunk hours later, just as dinner was
> > ready. J and I served the dinner for six we had cooked, on the table
> > we had laid to SIL who had invited us as guests. Demented Granny said
> > to SIL "What a lovely meal you have made, A, you must have been
> > slaving for hours" and SIL smirked and said "Thanks, Gran, you're
> > welcome".
> >
> > Janet UK
> >
> >
>
> Ohh man, that sucks! But had the SIL been honest, it would have been a
> fair outing break for them and you'd have probably agreed to give them
> a day break I'm guessing.

She wasn't their carer; far from it. The grandparents lived in their
own home and had come as guests, like us. They only lived a mile from
SIL but the selfish bitch rarely visited. Grandad was 96 and stone blind
but as sharp as a tack; still running their household and caring for his
demented wife.

Just weeks after that Christmas dinner, one Saturday morning I got a
frantic phone call from my MIL to get over to her parents' house ASAP
(50 miles away on the other side of London).Their next door neighbour
had phoned to say she thought something was wrong; neither had been seen
out for days and demented Granny was refusing to let her in. SIL A, only
a mile away, hadn't got time as she was about to go and play netball, so
callously passed the message to her parents 200 miles away. They phoned
us.

Gran let us in, frail, pale, cold and confused, and said Grandad was
fast asleep in bed and we really shouldn't wake him up as he hadn't been
well.

The old man was stone cold dead and obviously had been for several
days. In a row on the floor beside the bed, were six plates of
decomposing food. She said "I've been making dinners but he's got no
appetite, he must be too tired to eat.". She had been sleeping in the
same bed beside his corpse every night.

The house was icy cold because without him, she didn't know how to
work the gas meter. There was no food left in the house. Once we'd
dealt with the Dr and undertaker we took Gran home to our place to get
her warm, fed and cleaned up and look after her until MIL came to fetch
her. Still no sign of, or word from SIL :-(

Janet UK