My father, who contributed preciscely fuck-all bar sitting on his arse doing nothing pouting and demanding to be fed at 8.30am 1pm and 6.30pm while being rude, dismissive, and hanging about in stony silence like a dark cloud sighing loudly.
Didnt buy anyone any gifts, told everyone he "doesnt do christmas" so i bought people gifts on his behalf, which displeased him, and he was given gifts, which also displeased him and led to a fucking lecture about consumerism, although i note he's consumed the commestibles that were given to him.
Other particularly notable treats were telling a kid that whenever she used the full flush and not the half flush on a toilet she was murdering african children and telling me that come new year "WE" are going to get me on a diet - because i was eating some trifle, on boxing day. Im nearly 50, and when his pal phoned to wish him a happy christmas and ask how his day was going he replied loudly that it was all "well, very difficult, cant say anything because the walls have ears but its all very difficult"
In between those gems hes been asking "ALEXA" the time and the weather hourly, because he likes to treat a machine like his arse wiper and cant look at the clock right above the echo dot or out of the fucking window like any normal person.
I was WFH today and hes been mithering about spare ribs for a week, so at 12.30 he starts hanging over my shoulder in the office mithering (DP and kiddo have made a sensible exit and gone out for a wander into town) so i've made him spare ribs.
Not good enough so he then got into a mood because i'd made him spare ribs and refused to eat any of them.
I really dislike him, but my mothers end of days wish was to "look after your father" so here we all are.