Don't you just hate it when you settle down all cosy, with the heating on and the curtains drawn. Kettles just boiled and your favourite film is due to start in five minutes and some uninvited and unexpected guest knocks on the door and says :

"It's fucking Christmas. Leave shambles alone and go and instil some seasonal fucking cheer where it is needed."

And then they rip your holly wreath off the door and piss off home.