I've been dreading having to spend Christmas eve with her for months. Long history. Read it here:
here
SIL disappeared off to my mum's room to lie down as soon as they arrived and didn't come out until after we'd gone.
I got to enjoy db's company and adorable niece and nephews without having to negotiate her sulking/boasting/ignoring/sneering. T'was lovely.
Now. Christmas is the season of goodwill and all that and I'm wondering if my feeling absolutely delighted less than completely sympathetic about her being so debilitated is something that'll come back to haunt me later.