Bloody Christmas. The very thought gets me all aerated, reaching for the Zantac.
Annoying how discombobulating family stuff is, even at our great age. No doubt xmas, and non-appearing sisters, just churns up aged sibling rivalries (me good, her bad, yet still loved, dammit), but even though you know it, it still causes churning.
Maybe I need a spot of CBT too!