We have just had a big boozy blowout roast dinner, in advance of DH's working on-call all Christmas. He & DS have been skiing for a week & returned this lunchtime. He has been twittering on about having to wrap my presents but he wanted to watch Top Gear (repeats) first & oh dear me now you're saying it's dinnertime (making it my fault, clearly), & now he's dozing as quite pissed.
I'm going to get things shoved into recycled gift bags again aren't I?
He buys lovely presents mostly, but the lack of organisation about actually making them into gifts that can be given to me pisses me off. He never wraps anything till Christmas Eve at the earliest - one year we went to my DPs & he was wrapping my stuff on Christmas morning, about ten minutes before we exchanged presents.
And I've had to do all the bloody washing up as per bloody usual.