While your boyfriend sits there pissing himself laughing knowing full well your hatred of them.
My father-in-law (not actually my legal father-in-law, but easiest way to explain in the story) then declares we should listen to said trashy CD as he’s not heard their music before. Me, being brought up so well, politely agrees, fake smile plastered on my face, not wanting to upset the lovely man. We listen to the CD THREE times over the course of Christmas day. My ears bleeding throughout the torture. Father-in-law asks ongoing questions; “how did you come to like Little Mix?” “How many albums of theirs do you have?”. Me cringing inside trying to give honest answers without revealing the truth. TORTURE I tell you!
After lunch the truth comes out. The bastards set me up. My boyfriend told his father to buy the CD, knowing full well I’d hate it and be so awkward while trying to be polite. I was so relieved. I had envisaged a Boxing day of crap Little Mix music.
Needless to say I need to come up with something very crafty to get them both back. Thankfully the Little Mix CD can now go flying out of the car window on the way to the train station. Better yet, if it weren’t illegal I’d put it on the train tracks.