Spent today with both my sisters, and I could do a murder. Boxing Day is dads birthday, and every year we go and put flowers on his grave. Again this year I drove to Eccleshall to pick the big un up, then to the youngests to get her. and finally we reach Moddershall churchyard. I drive to fast, I drive too slow, did I want to let the big un drive, cos she's been driving a lot longer than me. I almost stopped the car and kicked her out at 1 point. Flowers sorted, we head back thru Stone, where it's decided we will stop at the pub my neice (big uns daughter) works, oh great fun. Then the youngest gets a phone call off chief dickheadknobstain, he's in the Labour in Yarnfield, why don't we join him.
Ends up me and big un having words in the pub and me telling them both that I ain't going do this shite next year.
I want to go somewhere remote and scream my head off and have a bloody good cry.