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DH did have a very bad fluey virus thing, but he was on the mend. I normally leave all veg and cooking to him as Christmas Day is my day off. I knew he was not well, so I prepped all the veg on the day, cooked the gammon on Christmas eve.
Set the table, made the table look pretty made the cranberry sauce. Now all this was happening and my parents were supposed to come for Christmas but had cancelled as Dad had his bladder removed in October and could not face Airport madness, and even if he had all the flights were delayed or cancelled.
So he would have been in the Airport for hours, then coming to a house of disease and pestillence.
I was sad about this, but as all women do I put a face on it. Kept myself going,we went to Church which was lovely, came home DH and DS built a pirate ship together.
All DH had to do was cook the frigging bird and do the sprouts. Our dinner is at 5.00 so there is no mad rush of preperation.
He was as weak as a kitten acting like a pathetic male. I said lets leave dinner until tomorrow, and he did not argue, so we did. About 10 minutes later I had a good old weep about things, even the year we spent in the Mater with my GD when he broke his hip we had Christmas dinner. The year my aunt buried her DH on the 21st and found herself a widow at 50 she did Christmas dinner.
When he saw how upset I was he magically managed to find some energy. Too little too late, when I asked where the energy had magically appeared from, I dug deep. That will be what women do the world over every Christmas.
When DS was in bed, he got both barrels of my guns.
I stayed in bed until 12.00 and have now had a turkey sandwich, I am going back to the bath and for asleep and I have told him that when I come down I expect him to have weaved Christmas magic and make it Christmas Day again.
Oh and bloody driest Christmas I had ever had. Neither of us were in the mood for alcohol so by the time I had had a good cry about the lack of Christmas dinner I had only started my second glass. When he sloped off to bed, I was very tempted to open the nice wine he had bought just to be nasty, but I resisted. I was in bed at 10.00 on a Christmas night ffs.
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And if you have read this far, well done.
P.P.S I have told him this is the last time he just turns up for Christmas, next year there will be trips to London for DS, Mass at Brompton Oratory etc., He will be drowning in so much Christmas cheer before the big day he will need a life jacket.