We'd agreed with my in-laws that we would spend Christmas with them (they live 200 miles away)
Day before Christmas day,mil rang to say she couldn't risk us going
She was convinced the police and army would be waiting for us on the motorway and we'd never get past them ('they'll have guns you know!')
We spent a shitty Christmas with barely any food in and the world's crappest trifle
We where thrown out of our local aldi for being together-we are a couple,we live together,we'd been together in our house for weeks but would kill old people if we did our weekly shop together-i had to go sit in the car
My boss screamed in my face for helping a customer that just kept moving towards me,no matter where i stood,all my fault apparently
I was screamed at in asda for daring to buy a 4 pack of soap by some mad woman
Fast forward to feb/March and mil rang to say fil wasn't very well,could we get down there-now?
He didn't have long left-cancer had reared it's ugly head
We heard people clapping and whooping but didn't really take it in as we where running around,throwing pants into a suitcase and just trying not to cry as we got in the car and drove off
The day we got back (and no army or police in sight) the police knocked
The silly bitch next door had reported us for not clapping
I remember standing there saying 'really?this cannot be for bloody real-youve come out because we didn't make a racket on our doorstep?!'
We where up and down the m25 3 more times before fil finally passed away-not having a last Christmas with him racks me with guilt
Then it all came out about Boris and the gang having fucking parties
I really wish I'd told mil we'd already set off