I spent Christmas with my family. It's one of those things where I could do without it but needed to do it. Don't get me wrong, in my own way I do love my family and care for them. I also find them irritating and annoying and being forced to spend several days with them is something I would avoid at any cost. It's also a reminder for me that I'm very much taken for granted by them.

I could have a rant about how my family never seem to think about my presents or spend even a fraction of what I spent on them for me (seriously, I buy presents for 5 kids, My sister and my Mother and usually my sisters partner too somewhere in the region of £150+ all told) and in return they as a combined group buy me one gift (fiscially I'd say they set a group limit of £5 based on the gifts received, maybe £10 at a push) and it's never what I'd actually like, they'd be better off putting say £10 - 15 quid on an Amazon voucher which I may actually find a use for. My sole present from family this year was some Baylis and Harding Shower Gel and Body Wash (I had no idea this was even two separate commodities, so I guess it was educational at least). But I'm trying to avoid that rant because it gets messy with how it delves in to the psychology of my family and how things work in it. That and people tend to tell me it's ungrateful to not be happy they got me something (Which I am happy they got me something, and doubly happy it didn't turn out to be a £1 cheap biro what had my name on it per the gift of 2014... seriously).

Christmas dinner was the usual fare, my Mother still over boils the veg to bland mush. One of these days I'm going to have to teach my mother how to actually cook vegetables in a flavoursome way.