Grrr. So the annual Christmas guilt-fest has started. I have an odd brother, who lives alone in a bedsit. He is not the best company, and each year there's a 'who's going to have DBro for xmas' debate.
DSis has a massive house, recently extended to be even more massive, and a few months ago she said she'd have everyone for Christmas. This seems to be no longer the case. She 'had' bro last year.
DMum finds bro very hard work, and is 80, and frankly I don't think can be arsed with it all any more. She even said in her email 'it would be easier if we didn't have him, but I suppose we must take our turn'.
Strictly speaking, I suppose it's our turn. But if we had him, there'd be a lot of stilted sitting about, and instead of it being a dear little threesome family Christmas would be just odd. We also have no spare room, and only one bathroom, with the loo in, which as factor for me in the mornings!
It's less odd with sis's family, as she has three kids so there's a critical mass of noise and stuff going on.
I now feel all churned up. So odd how one day brings up all sorts of feelings from the past, and causes such angst. It's one day. Yet filled with such significance. I can see why people just go away for the duration - but I'd feel too guilty.