I’m obviously very lucky. Mr & Mrs Mule Senior love my OH to bits, and the feeling is mutual.
Next Christmas we hope to do exactly the same as we do every year – go round to my parents at about 4pm, have a drink, relax, eat far too much dinner at about 6, open presents for a few hours, then spend the rest of the evening chilling out and chatting with several glasses bottles of Mr Mule Senior’s malt whisky collection, before crawling to bed at stupid o’clock.
Best day of the year 8)