The aforementioned fucking aunt offered to pay for DD's birthday party in the Sainsbury's café back in March, it's her birthday next week, so I reminded my aunt and asked if it was OK, she rang me when we were out, tried to talk me into booking a different venue for a different date, told me like I was an idiot what I need to buy, then told me I was being rude because I had to deal with DS in public. If she'd kept her mouth shut in front of DD in March, we could have booked what DD chose and paid for it ourselves. 