to open a mulled gin and rinsed mince pie bar?

[MaryzBoychildCheeszuzCrizpz]

To carry on the complaining and to drown Liney.

I've opened it in AIBU to piss off Trills etc and to see if mnhq leave it here

It's 11.45 here so not too early. I've just given up watching The Red Shoes. Am creeped out and am thinking of taking a glass of Sekt and having a bath before the children get back.

Could have done without FidBoy1's tortuous messaging about presents and if I'll still pay for him to go to a festival. What with that and the Red Shoes I need a bloody drink.

Presents open. Christmas lunch prepped.

Tee heading to bath.

Later!

Me too. I have just discovered Falco is on the radio so am going to splash and drool at Anton Lesser's voice.

Oh, Falco
Has he aged well? I am too scared to look...

pacific so it's not just me, then?

Everyone else in Real Life UK said I was being dirrrrty-minded. Hah!

I am elsewhere on MN telling them to stop being so fucking miserable about people putting pictures of presents under their trees on Facebook.

And having a cup of tea.

Happy Christmas you hags

Guess what DD's (just 18) main present was from her father?

A framed photo of his latest wedding! Way to go, ExH. Way to go.

Gee, thanks dad!

Linerunner

Has he been sniffing glue?

I'm not actually half-joking. Only an eighth. How could he think that's a suitable present at all for his daughter?

at the framed photo - I mean why on earth would you?

God making roasties terrifies me. All that smoking goose fat...

Turkey crown; from M+S in oven - check
My haphazard version of Delia's Winter Vegetables in oven - check
Table set - check

We have 3 different cakes and Christmas pudding for dessert - I feel uncomfortable full just at the thought of it. This is what happens when I shop for the Christmas week AND DH goes 'just for the turkey' and comes back with lots of random goodies (see also M. LeVache).

My tatties are in with the vegetables - roast or don't roast, you deckers

The framed photos is just... unspeakbly self-centred .

What was her reaction, Linerunner?

"Father dear, I refuse to believe that I share between 50% and 51% of my DNA with such an awful present-giver, so I won't be fooled into accepting this substitute for my real present" is a complete sentence.

Just so you know!

I have the incredibly uncooking turkey! It's a fillet and it's been in for nearly 2.5 hours and is still not cooked!

Also something has gone wrong with the sprouts and they taste foul!

The mash and stuffing and parsnips are nice!

I refreshed the page and saw this: !

Now I'll never get off Mumsnet and do Something Productive!

Vegetarian Chritmas chez Tee - I'm sure you'll rescue the situation more

My turkey as a burnt arse
It's now covered with my last bit of tin foil....

The is still here??
How unseasonable, tsk

Yonks and yonks ago, my mother told me to give my father a photograph of myself as a present. I told her that I thought it would seem incredibly arrogant and self-centred to give someone a photograph of oneself as a present. (Or possibly a snide comment on how I'd met him twice.)

I was 18. I have AS for crying out loud. What the everlasting hellfire is this git's excuse?!

The is back for the Christmas Special tonight

They have Dr Who at the proms on BBC2 now which is perfect "peel yer veg to" music.

They must have brought it back for tonight!

Well, she just sat there and said, 'Oh it's a framed photo of dad's wedding,' and looked a bit disappointed. But he also got her a pair of socks so that was.... great.

The thing is, I don't want it in my home. He should have given to her at his house and it should be in her room well it's a spare room she's allowed to sleep in occasionally there.

Oh no, more Dr Whatshisname??

DH got a framed photograph of his parents' official wedding photograph from his sister who is dementing mother is now staying with. His dad died 15 years ago. DH was touched to tears by this present.
Methinks, the intention behind it was quite different though...

Must stir my vegetables.

Oh God yes, thank fuck for Dr Who.