Just been for lunch with my future son-in-law's parents. I've been dreading meeting the stepmother after all the stories I'd heard. She was supposed to be a cross between Cruella de Vil and Hyacinth Bucket. However she was a charming woman who cooked a superb lunch. All in all, a good day out.
Moral of the story: Don't believe everything you hear.
On another note. Why does the M25 go slower on a Sunday? I driven round their faster in the Monday morning rush hour.