Stuff the turkey

Or my brother’s requirement that we watch, for possibly the hundredth time, James Stewart in It’s a Wonderful Life. Whoever said this film was feelgood must have been on suicide watch. If we were going to have to see it why couldn’t he have timed it so it drowned out the Queen? Because, as soon as Her Majesty hit the screen I felt the need to run up the red flag while my dad turned into Alf Garnet. Still, at least the screaming arguments (Dad – Anne Widdicombe is a perfectly reasonable human being. Me – Dennis Skinner should be Prime Minister) drowned her out. Need I go on?

I believe this one small step for me but one giant leap for grown-up children everywhere has saved me years of therapy. So what did I do instead? The first year of rebellion I’m ashamed to admit I spent the day with my boyfriend’s parents and – oh, just read the above again with in-laws as a prefix.