Just first world whingeing. It's my turn this year so it's only fair. DP has been out since lunchtime and is on his way home, and we're going out for extended big family dinner tonight.
I'm sipping my sad little tonic and lime, eyeing up a beautiful bottle of port that is for tomorrow.
WIBU to sack off going out, and sit drinking a bottle of port in my knickers while watching Scrooged and eating the pigs in blankets meant for tomorrow? I hate being the only sober person out.