I said I’d make Christmas dinner. Everyone told me, several times because every other Christmas dinner has been late, that they want it at 2.30. So I plan out my schedule, get my Delia Christmas recipe book ready and meticulously plan the cooking to have everything ready at 2.30.
At 2.30 when everything is cooked, my mum and sister barge into the kitchen, take over and say they’re making a smoked salmon starter.
My dinner that I slaved over is served fifty minutes late, cold and crusty.
I drank two pints in 8 minutes to numb the anger.
Bunch of pricks. I’m going for a bike ride after presents next year.