There is a light

The M-in-law has arrived. A joyous occasion. The kids disappear. Her indoors becomes tense and grumpy. M-in-law has already held forth at such length on subjects of which she is entirely ill-informed, that yours truly (as easy going and convivial a fellow as one could hope to meet, I'd modestly assert) is feeling the need to disappear to the attic to urgently treat some woodworm. With headphones on. And a sleeping bag, just in case it may be a long job. Are the pubic houses open again today?