DM is hosting me, DH and DCsx2 for Christmas. She's phoned to say that she has ordered a family size Bakewell Tart instead of "that Christmas Pudding crap" for The Big Day. Inside I'm crying. This is so wrong. So very wrong.
I hate Bakewell Tart. I might have to smuggle in two small microwaveable Christmas Puds anyway. it's what Santa would have wanted