Which 'ick' from a partner's family visit is actually the hardest to survive?

Every Yorkshire pudding comes with a side of judgement about how you carve the beef. The tension is thicker than the custard.

Three hours in and you've seen every sunburnt holiday snap from the last four decades. There is no escape, only more caravans.

Out comes the naked-in-the-bath picture before you've even finished your first brew. Your partner wants the ground to swallow them whole.

Nan has zero filter and possibly zero hearing aids. Every comment lands like a brick through a greenhouse.

Your partner's older brother has appointed himself unofficial MI5 agent. By pudding, you've basically had a job interview.