I have a problem, in fact this is a perpetual problem, I do not want to spend Christmas Day with my brother and his awful wife and children. Now before you start going on about it being the season of good will to all men and my sister-in-law please listen to the case for the defence.
The trip to my brothers involves getting up at least two hours earlier than I would prefer and then either driving to my parents to await pick-up (and thus tying me into their schedule) or driving directly to my brothers to spend an uncomfortable day in the company of people who I would not choose to spend time with, eating a meal that is guaranteed to either cause a significant flare-up of gastric reflux, break a tooth (I spent the millennium in agony with a broken wisdom tooth which was a direct result of the last Christmas dinner there) or have some other kind of medical difficulty. Then there is not even the solace of alcohol as I will at some point have drive home and as far as I'm concerned the only safe limit is zero, therefore going there will spoil the day completely - so I don't really want to go and I am now being subject to all kinds of emotional blackmail to try to get me over there.
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