Wot a day... I am on the naughty step....
Welcome to my werld.
High five hound....
From THW = Wrong sort of bread, Wrong sort of cream, Doesn't like Turkey, Doesn't like Roast Potatoes, Wrong sort of Gammon joint.
From Me = "Well it is the same as last year and the previous 17 years ~ you are 19 and you know what happens in this home every Christmas ..... If you don't like it then remember that next year will be the same so don't bother to come home~ stay in your student house share and eat fvcking pot noodles you ungrateful madam"
From Woodstock= Apparently I have completely ruined her Christmas
Wot were your sins BM?