Just to show that I don’t always practice what I preach re. tolerance and patience etc. – last year my in-laws (85 and 81) came to stay, just for two weeks, with my wife and me in our small house in Greece.
And it was bloody hard work – too hot, nowhere “comfortable” to sit (ie no horrible leather reclining LazeeBoy chairs), too many mosquitos, too many stairs, only one WC and shower, no satellite TV (so no British soaps then), “nothing to do” in our very small village but didn’t want to travel anywhere in a car either. To be fair, my MiL wasn’t too bad (and probably enjoyed the experience) but my FiL probably couldn’t wait to get back home.
At one point my wife commented to me that “all they seem to want to do is eat, sleep and shit” – she wasn’t far off the mark, to be honest.
We have an elderly Greek couple as neighbours who are about the same ages as my in-laws (well, maybe slightly older) and Dimitris used to refer to them as “the old people”……
Karen and I found that a large ouzo or two at lunchtime helped to make us more tolerant.