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Malone resolves to avoid a family Christmas at all costs, even if it means she ends up alone
Every year I worry about Christmas. If you read this column and have a memory for odd things about people you have never met, you may remember that I have never liked spending it with my family at the best of times. This is due to my mother’s pattern of being pissed by 11.57am and therefore Christmas lunch is always a series of banging and crashing and swearing from the kitchen as the Martyr prepares what is, to be fair, a bloody tasty feast. She may be an angry drunk, but my, she can cook.
You may think I’m ungrateful, hey, every family at Christmas time is crazy and has their problems. I agree, there’s no normal family, eating Christmas dinner to the soundtrack of chronic laughter and Brazil nuts being crushed, while the fire is stoked. Is there? Is that you? Hello… Can I come for Christmas?
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