Ebay stuff is finally dealt with, all I have to do now is transfer most of the funds to my father's account since it was all done at his behest, he owns the stuff and I get a percentage. (A 50% cut, I should point out before I sound too woe-begone
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((For example, I was vastly irritated when James's lady suddenly became lactose intolerant somewhat unexpectedly and it was a grand stress for me until I had it fixed in my brain and could work round it.))
Basically, I'm mildly stressed as a kitchen wench on big occasions. Add to that some specific unexpected dietary quirk, and I am not a fun person to be around in the kitchen. Best give me a large glass of wine and leave me to get on with it.
If, three weeks before christmas, I had been landed with a person I didn't know, who was staying for an unspecified length of time, turning up maybe or maybe not on the 23rd, and who was vegetarian... I would not be entirely happy. I would be bitching. If it was a vegan I'd be bitching worse.
ANY major food quirk - yes, especially if it is choice and not a medical imperative - throws me a bit for a loop. Especially for something like christmas where there is already so much to do and organise.
Give me time, give me information, give me reassurance of 'oh, please don't trouble yourself, I can eat crackers' and I will bend myself backwards to make an extra meal specifically for that person that is just as lush and tasty as everyone else's 'normal' meal.
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Really? It's not the restrictions (religious, medical or otherwise) that piss me off.
It's the *not knowing the specifics* and so how best to make it WORK.
I get pissed off at my elder sister's weird unfathomable diets for the same reason.
Also.... well, it's Katie. Her attitude is that everyone else owes her a favour and everyone else should sort it. My younger sister has many good points. Diplomacy and practical empathy are not among her talents.
....wow that was a long reply.
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