i was supposed to be going to my dad's this year because of a monumental misunderstanding last christmas which left our relationship in a few broken pieces.
yesterday i ring him up and he tells me he's already sent my present down and booked a table for christmas dinner at a restaurant - and there isn't a seat for me.
so, today i told him i'd see him in january cos if spending christmas with your son (who you see, on average, about once a year) is too much hassle, i'd rather leave it.
got the present today too. dozy bastards at the company put a receipt in there so i know exactly what i've got.
ughhhhhhh. moan over.