On Christmas...

[hantsbear]

I got the Stern Eyebrows down the telephone tonight. It came about as I was talking to Russ about Christmas, and how I was not looking forward to spending 3 days in the same hotel room as my father over the holiday. No exit route; no back-up plan; no personal space. As I have mooted on more than one occasion, I love my father to bits, and if he passed away I'd go to pieces. But in small doses. And I've seen more of him in the last 2 months than usual. I know he means well, but I don't think I'd be dreading this trip quite as much if I had my own room to retreat to as and when.

After last Christmas being a bit of a trial with the whole John thing going on and me slowly climbing the walls over the whole holiday; I'd like to spend a Christmas with someone special to me.

Maybe next year...