Christmas Eve 4.30pm right now - and I'm nearly over it already.
First off is the Aussie / NZ female obsession of, when invited anywhere, you Have ! to bring a contribution to the meal,
aka, 'bring a plate'
What do you want me to bring?
Nothing we've got shed loads its all sorted
I'll bring some roast pork
No need - it's covered
So Mrs degsys daughter in law rocks up with half a kin supermarket - then goes out for stuff she forgot
Without checking what we have already got
Add to that she's a manipulative passive aggressive, it's all about me, woke infant teacher
Well my patience is sorely tried and I'm manfully biting my tongue
Thank 'k it's only once a year