Tis the season of goodwill towards all men. But not towards Mothers. Or not mine, anyway.

SECRET SATAN!

Finally got the info on the stupid family get-together, having emailed the Mothership during the week saying "All I know is where we're meeting the family, not when - and you said I should meet you and the Brothernator before meeting with the rest of them...so, liek...WHERE AND WHEN??"

So she called. "I'll call you when we get to London, and work it out then." (There's nowt like a phonecall telling you you'll get a phonecall...)

And you do know we're not doing secret Santa now, don't you?

O_O I HAVE BEEN STRESSING ABOUT THIS FOR TWO WEEKS. "RLY??Are we not? And...the DAY BEFORE we meet is ample time for you to tell me this, is it????"

"I forgot to tell your brother either, but he asked me what he should get, so then I told him we'd called it off."

NWEHFOWHJSDNDMSJ,KHJGLLJFFF48$%^&&&@!!!!!!

I said: "YOU TOTALLY USELESS CUNT! YOU ARE SO LAME THAT LAME PEOPLE PITY YOU. YOU SUCK HARDER THAN A DYSON ON STEROIDS!" "Oh."

"But you will remember to bring the laptop you're giving me, won't you?"

I fear the only Christmas spirit I will be getting into tomorrow will be the sort that's 40% proof.