Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
One reason I dread the "Festive Season" is having to load up my family and trawl around the rest of the family...the in-laws usually OK apart from being cooped-up for 4 days, but pleasant.
Then there is my side of the family in Devon...basically nobody here wants to go...(for reasons I can't be bothered to type out tonight), but dutifully I persuade us all to get in the wagon, button our lips and do the descent thing for the sake of Harmony as we have done year-in, year-out. The upside to this was also a New Year Party nearby with all my old schoolmates, a tradition of over 25 years.
Have been doing this dutifully for more years than I care to remember, but this year the inevitable straw broke the Camel's back. Much upset, we packed and left after less than 24 hours.
Basically it leaves me between the devil and the deep, I've tried to do the 'right-thing' and it's all gone tits-up. I'm just waiting for the backlash from my sister now. We make all the running and play it straight, I can't win, there are no winners in this, it's a big bag of family poo.
I F'in hate Christmas-time
Oh, and the party? Looks like bundle all into the wagon for a 160 mile drive down to Devon again for at least a decent party hosted by people who we visit just 'cos we like them not'cos we have too. Apols to all for the additional Carbon footprint, but bollocks, I want some bloody fun during this season of goodwill...
Then there is my side of the family in Devon...basically nobody here wants to go...(for reasons I can't be bothered to type out tonight), but dutifully I persuade us all to get in the wagon, button our lips and do the descent thing for the sake of Harmony as we have done year-in, year-out. The upside to this was also a New Year Party nearby with all my old schoolmates, a tradition of over 25 years.
Have been doing this dutifully for more years than I care to remember, but this year the inevitable straw broke the Camel's back. Much upset, we packed and left after less than 24 hours.
Basically it leaves me between the devil and the deep, I've tried to do the 'right-thing' and it's all gone tits-up. I'm just waiting for the backlash from my sister now. We make all the running and play it straight, I can't win, there are no winners in this, it's a big bag of family poo.
I F'in hate Christmas-time
Oh, and the party? Looks like bundle all into the wagon for a 160 mile drive down to Devon again for at least a decent party hosted by people who we visit just 'cos we like them not'cos we have too. Apols to all for the additional Carbon footprint, but bollocks, I want some bloody fun during this season of goodwill...