AIBU re these Boots and the Consequences For Christmas

[TheRtHonGeorgianaGobshite]

It is my BDay tomorrow and I am as old as Methuzalah, that really old geezer.
I saw some boots in the sales today and had a Marianne Faithful moment... you know "at the age of 47, she realised she'd never drive a sports car in Paris, with the wind in her hair" or something like that.
But I'm older and it was leopard skin boots.
DD said "Mutton/lamb" as I tried them on. I had to have them, but they cost a lot; even in the sale. I knew if I didn't get them there and then (only one pair in my size); I would lose them forever.
So I bought them.
Then DD broke the code. She let me down, the village down and all the women on Mumsnet down.
She told/announced the purchase and the price to DH as soon as we got in. Said mutton/lamb/ridiculous. Loads of eye rolling and sighing from them both.
So if I keep them, I can't afford the Xmas dinner with all the trimmings, as DH wont subsidise the boots.
If I take them back, I can get a refund and it's all Yo Turkey !!!

Would it be unreasonable to serve the following for Xmas Dinner:

Potato Cake starter.
Linda McCartney Sausages/Bacon with frozen sprouts and Roast Potatoes
Fat free Apricot yoghurt with ice cream for pudding.

We have pre bought crackers (both pulling and for cheese)... but I won't be able to afford the lovely cheese board, but should have a few Monteray Jack slices left over from beefburgers I'm serving on Christmas Eve. And we have Benedicts Mints.

Would I be unreasonable to keep the boots and serve this Xmas meal.
The boots are f**king lovely and I have always thought Turkey over rated and over priced.

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Can't wait...

I have my birthday tomorrow and it's crap being so close to christmas.

Gobshite I just had to tell you that when you penned the immortal phrase fuck the turkey with a Linda McCartney sausage you should immediately have been awarded a Mumsnet classics medal. I have had a shit day and you cheered me right up.
shamelessly place marking to hear what happens and the sleepover

Oh in that case, that's ok then. YABVU has been cancelled immediately.

Completely with you on the turkey being over-rated and over priced. Unfortunately dh likes it so we have to have it once a year. And even though dmum is coming for christmas lunch, when I ordered our turkey I thought she was going to be at dsis, so I have just got a crown because then I won't have to suffer the leg meat which is even more turkey-ish (and over-rated) than turkey breast meat. Whereas dmum loves turkey leg meat

OP , just curious, you a Dub?

Gobshite being the trigger to that question. I first learned that word from a load of Dubs in the Kerry Gaeltacht. My Dad could not understand how I came home from 3 weeks in Kerry with a Dub accent ! Ha ha , great memories.

Oh, and the boots are fab. Feck the turkey !

Am awaiting the revenge update

Those boots were made for hanging round in bars. That, just in case you can't tell, is a total compliment.
I once travelled 200 miles and spent £150 on a pair of boots that I never wore because my legs got too fat.
But when I slim down in the new year my arse I will I am going to wear them and nothing else...

Come to mine for Christmas dinner. There's fuckloads of food and booze, and you sound fun. As long as you like cats/men that look like a cross between a Viking and a hobbit/gobby northerners? You'll have a blast.

Keep the boots, make yourself a sarnie on Xmas day then go to a posh pub in the boots. Leave the traitors to cook for themselves whilst you get bought glasses of champagne for looking so damn fabulous

Keep the boots. Do nothing on Christmas Day except recline on the couch admiring said boots furtively looking up the costs of flights to Paris.

I can only imagine Marlene on 'Fools and Horses' so YABU

Always, ALWAYS keep the boots. I bought a pair of boots on Ebay by accident last month, because for some reason no one bid higher than I did. They're half a size too big and have four inch heels so I can't walk in them; besides which, I'd forgotten I'd bid on them and spent £120 on another pair of boots in a shop before the Ebay auction ended, which I could have returned when I realised I had extra boots. Obviously I'm keeping all my new boots...
Keep the boots!

Always keep the boots.

Keep the boots. In fact, id wear them Christmas Day, sway into the living room and announce "Christmas is cancelled dahlings" and just get royally rat arsed on Prosecco for the rest of the day (mind you dont vom on the boots).

For the sleepover, shove DH in a Scream mask and costume, give him the biggest sharpest knife you can find and get him to leap out in front of the living room window whilst they are all watching a movie. Talping the glass adds to the suspense.
And when they start screaming, you can swan in (in the boots of course) and say "oh is that someone outside?" and open the door.

Guaranteed shitting of smug teenage pants.

Baby Gobshite now understands the consequences of breaking the code....
Sleepover commenced with all teenagers being handed a party hat or deer antlers with bells on (Thank you poundland), as they entered the premises.

Usually I throw a takeaway menu at them and order food. Not this time. The slow cooker was going all day (my veggie Xmas Eve curry really ), but I told them it was actually swede and lentil casserole for tonight's Supper.
I explained the gross betrayal of the baby Gobshite and they all commiserated, said they understood completely and berated the minny Gobshite.

No bags of sweets and assortment of drinks were provided. I had crudites and weak Ribena available. "Carrot anyone ?"

Usually it's loud music from the get go, but I bought a CD of Christmas Carol music sung by a local boy's choristor school "to help them get in the mood for Christmas".
They were all told that we would be going to a special Midnight Mass, and I was sure that they would love it, as there would be a further two hours of hymns. They all agreed that would be lovely, apart from Baby Gobshite who's mouth dropped to the floor.

Then we had musical chairs (to the choral CD). Baby Gobshite complained loudly and said they were all refusing to do it. Other teenagers told her off and said it would be lovely and not be rude to the Mummy Gobshite. Baby Gobshite was appalled and astounded. The prize was a used packet of jumbo crayons and a part used Disney colouring book. Winning teenager expressed his sheer delight. Minny Gobshite didn't know what to do with herself.

Then we had pass the parcel. 6 rounds. The prizes were photos of baby/toddler gobshite in badly made and coloured in cardboard frames. By the 2nd round, Baby Gobshite was hissing and spitting, but she was overruled by the rest of them.
Usually, I get a few age appropriate DVD's. This time they got (her) Aristocats and Jungle Book DVD's for further delight and entertainment. Again, my DD was disgusted. Other teenagers told her not to be so bloody ungrateful.

Then, the teenagers staged an intervention, led by Mike (who may or may not be gay, but has agreed he will not exploring his sexuality at my house)..... he explained that he understands and follows the code and could not believe that Baby Gobshite had broken the unspoken rule...

They were of course all in on it, thanks to a couple of the mums and the jungle drums...and then normal service resumed with pizza and age (in)appropriate CD's and DVD's.
Baby Gobshite is almost speaking to me again.

fuck me sideways with your turkey OP. just browsed the nuha website and frankly there are a couple of pairs of shoes I'd happily sell one of the children for. and if your boots are the ones I think they are then I'd consider it a public service to wear them. the world needs you in those boots.

I have two daughters, if they ever break the code, I will actually eBay them.

Ninja, I will be wearing the boots (well one of them anyway) on Christmas Day; I might even be naked apart from the boots to make them the centre of attention. I will be expecting a mention on the New Years Honours List for services to hopping and tough old sheep.
I am stalking the Nuha website. So many shoooooooos.
Thank you perfume girl; but it's the boots that are awesome; I had to make a stand for them (figuratively speaking).

The boots are amazing and I would happily hack off my toes if it meant I could wear them.

Sleepover sounds fabulous and well-done those teens for being such amazingly good sports. But where was the Hokey Cokey??

My friend is currently planning on insisting on the HC at her Bridezilla DD1s wedding. We're pretty confident everyone except her will love it. We are currently flirting with the idea of getting her DD2s friend who is a piper to do a special version on the bagpipes for added authenticity (we are Scottish and wedding will be in the depths of England. Almost in the sea, actually)

Loving the sleepover! Enjoy those boots OP, you deserve every second of the pleasure they bring you.

Forgot the bloody Hokey Cokey.... what an epic fail
They're a brilliant bunch of kids really. Even the baby gobshite, who has confessed that she loves the boots and just wishes that she had seen them first (that's the rule in this house, the one that sees them first gets them). She even admitted that even though I'm very old mutton, it's better than me wearing crocs "like some other old mums do", errrr thanks for that Baby Gobshite.
Katie. Go for the bagpipes.

As DP stumbled in at half 5 this morning following xmas drinks, me being awake half the night because he forgot his bloody phone... this thread has cheered me right up and inspired his punishment for today I will definitely be sticking the poundland christmas cd on full blast at 9am sharp!!
Go Mummy Gobshite You are a hero!
FWIW I would keep the boots and when your DH relents today and buys his own bloody over-rated turkey, walk in and place a boot right up its arse bottom!