I’m going to be spending Christmas with my daughter and The Stinkers this year and as she is working a lot I’m looking forward to spoiling her too. We will have candles everywhere and sticky toffee pudding for desert and thankfully not having a telly we don’t have to suffer Only Fools & Horses. Bliss Bliss Bliss
It gets me thinking though about the second or third time we did Christmas at my last house: my sister and my nieces and some friends. I’d spent most of Christmas Eve preparing for 10 of us as you do and was looking forward to it.
The sister turned up half pissed from the night before smelling of The Midland pub. Damp and stale beer and dirty roll ups. She was good fun at first but I knew it was all going to kick off at some point as she was already on the vodka. As sure as my sister is my sister she started carrying on after a while, but get this; it was at her own kids that were annoying her and I quote:
”I want the kids to fuck off, I want to be able to enjoy myself, I don’t want them here”.
I shepherded them into the living room and they were only slightly mortified as they were used to this sort of behaviour. In the end a friend tried to escort sister out. She fell drunkenly on my stone fireplace and another friend started on the guy that tried to escort her out. There was a little fight in my kitchen and I remember being so thoroughly pleased I’d gone to all the trouble. Not.
I smile now when I think about my estranged sister and her life with her numpty in Poland. About how often she has anything to do with family including her grandchild and I think that it’s probably a good thing. A really good thing. A really, really good thing.
