I have no idea about my SS. I suspect someone boozy or gin-loving, so perhaps Mrs S or MI?
We are returned to London, and I'm planning to never leave the couch again. Thoroughly exhausted. Xmas eve eve - too much fizz and dancing to Irish music at our neighbours. Xmas eve - mad rush to pack up car and get to Bracknell. Pick up MiL, take her to DP's best friend in Farnham to see baby. Eat canapés. Drive back to Bracknell to MiL's house. Eat Chinese take-away.
Xmas day - try not to kill new boyfriend of DP's sister. Opinionated, boorish, with abusive tendencies and - after reading many MN relationship threads - enough red flags to decorate Red Square on Lenin's birthday. Visit FiL's grave. Everyone cries at least three times during the day. I dispense hugs in the kitchen. No telly. Oddly, as most of the time it's on 24.7.
Boxing day - to Sis's house near Esher. Aged Ps there, after aforementioned email row about them 'never wanting to spend time with the grandchildren'. Said grandchildren totally ignore their presence, in favour of iPads and new presents. Convene jolly family game of Uno - middle nephew gets sent to his room by nasty BiL for being too loud explaining the rules. General undercurrents all round. I find myself trying to make everything OK, and failing, then realise it's not my responsibility. Difficult Brother continues to be difficult.
BUT they had two nine-week-old kittens, which were just gorgeous and a great distraction. Every family should have them at Christmas.
Today - back home, and to neighbours, on other side, for party. Now - sofa, paper, quiz, possible jigsaw and hopefully film like Sideways.