OOOooooo, it's just that we went to see my partners relatives, aunties, uncles, cousins, big dogs, rabbits that bite, stairs without gates, open fire, presents on floor, ornaments everywhere, 17 adults and one child (mine) in one small house.
Phew! Plus a lot of people that I don't see from one year to the next, and therefore don't know, had bought me a present and as I don't even know who they are I didn't buy them anything.
And it is traditional in that house for the ladies to do all the cooking, and with my "childcare" responsabilities, I couldn't help.
And I was disapproved of for feeding my child a cheese sandwich brought from home at 12 noon, a full 2 and a half hours before lunch actually made an appearance. I was actually trying to spare everyone a hungry toddler tantrum, but hey, maybe they would rather I starved him into appreciation of his late lunch!!
By half past one, I felt like crying, I wanted to go home. My mum was picking us up at 3, and we don't drive. It was the sort of gathering where in your minds eye, you can see some idiot uncle giving the toddler a "taste" of Baileys the second your back is turned - especially as last year I made it clear that if anyone actually did this, they would be spending the day in casualty.
And feeling guilty for taking toddler for a walk, instead of shouting (shrieking!!) "My child is allowed to make a noise, he is 20 months old!!!"
And feeling bad for getting cross. None of them are bad people really.