Poor guy. Every. Bloody. Year.
Wouldn’t it be nice, just for once, if they drove over to him so that he could have the day off from being stuck in the annual traffic jam on the Road to Hell?
Top to toe in tailbacks when he could be at home, sleeves rolled up, stuffing the Turkey with a nice glass of Rioja on the sideboard with his name on.
C’mon guys. Do the right thing. Drive over to Chez Chris this year.