We told my parents we were hoping to move house, and my mum is now doing what we predicted she would - telling us exactly what we need in the next house.

Remarkably, this always sounds exactly like what she needs us to have - four bedrooms, so we can each have an office and there will still be a guest bedroom.

Or, if needs must, a 3 bedroom house with a room downstairs that could be used as an office, leaving us with… a guest bedroom! 

 She’s still p*ssed that my brother now works from home and uses their 4th bedroom as his office, meaning my parents can no longer stay with them.

She takes it very personally, like it’s all done to deprive her of a guest room.

(Ryan and I are adamant we don’t want a guest room, because it would be a waste of space, and we don’t want my parents to visit.)