We have arranged for our parents to meet each other on Sunday. I'm glad that I have been so wrapped up in New Job that I have not had time to worry too much about this. Actually, I have no idea what to expect at all. 
Ray has booked a table for Sunday lunch at a country hostelry somewhere in darkest Lincolnshire. Figured neutral ground was best for this one. 
We told Ray's brother he couldn't come, as he always goes to their mum's for Sunday lunch, so he will have to fend for himself this week. 
