So, the scaffolding went up today as our 100 year old **** shack, sorry semi-detached house, needs a serious paint with some repairs to the gable end and barge boards. I knew my mother wouldn't be pleased as she'd prefer to sit in the house as it fell apart around her. But it needs to be done. The tongue lashing she's giving to the carer about me is just offensive. "This is my house, how dare she." (It isn't her house, it's our house) "Her father never wanted her under his roof for a night let alone that she lives here." (My parents couldn't have bought this house if it wasn't for my money and I have paid the mortgage single handed for the last decade plus the bulk of all the bills eventhough I only own a third of the house). I said to her: "You know, the appropriate response is - thank you, I can't manage running and maintaining the house so it's great that you're sorting this out." To all of you considering living or buying a house with your parent or grandparent think twice. Buying this house with my parents has been the single biggest mistake I've ever made and I ran away and got married in Las Vegas, so I know a thing or two about mistakes.