Airs, Graces & One-upmanship!

I had a visit from my daughter Elizabeth and I am left feeling angry, frustrated and annoyed!
From the moment that she walked in the door it started by more or less saying she was not going to take her shoes off. Although she could see with the light carpets it was obvious that that was what everyone else does!
I told her how I liked her shoes only to be told "well they are doc martens" and she never wears anything but! I neglected to mention that I have them but not exclusively as I felt I would be looked down on even more!
Who the bloody hell does she think she is, coming in here and treating the place as her "domain" while stressing that Brendan is sat in the car! I suppose he considers us too below him to grace us with his presence!!!
What did my dear old mum call those with airs and grace and thought themselves too far above their station and I quote, "Lord & Lady Muck of the shithouse". 
Well at least she had lowered herself to come here for the first time ever! I think that is only because after the fiasco of her 50th when my family (who I think she has forgotten she is part of) were pointedly treated as the lowest of the low and totally different to "their friends and Brendans family" I point blank refuse to wait on their whims any longer and go there. Oh and the small thing that I am going into hospital for a bypass op?
Not that that made any difference really as she never stopped talking about her illness and how bad she is all the time she was here, oh and that after she said about her daughter Alice being selfish as she had not visited her in hospital. Take the log out of your own eye first is all I have to say!!!!

OK RANT OVER!

addendum 30/12/2019

Some thoughts on the above visit.

I have had plenty of time to dwell and think of the comments that I made above and I think with things that have happened since it only goes to confirm what I said!

On reflection also we (Sue and I) have talked about it and come to the conclusion that not only was this place treated like she owned it but both Sue and I were talked to & treated just like we were her servants.

This has been growing worse over the past 10 to 15 years and it has now got to the point where I get a knot in my stomach every time the phone rings and I see that it is Liz and I am ashamed to say it has also got to the point where I do not know her as remotely resembling the child that I brought up?