Tomorrow night is take away night.
DH and I are buying the Christmas tree, tomorrow turns out DS (who was supposed to come with us, is working, so he will have to be at work an hour before his shift, in order to facilitate us going to the farm, he is most dischuffed in an entitled Surrey/Hampshire way. 
He did say, oh well never mind we can choose takeaway together, I did stir the pot by saying we are having a long lunch (can't be long DH is driving) we may not be hungry...
If anything it has burst his bubble, lovely though he, is that BOMAD are a bottomless pit, and despite the markers that we were going to the the farm at the same time it took days for him to do joined up thinking. I offered to pay for a coffee if we get him there early, he was thinking breakfast, I said let me know how much the coffee element was, I will refund it. I know he has the cash to pay for a breakfast, he would rather hold on to it.
It went down like a fart in a spaceman's suit. 