Yup, nice treatment and I'm sure GB sat quietly and didn't get in the way whilst the ladies dealt with the crisis. A bottle of champagne is a bottle of champagne after all. Make sure you get your share!!
Seriously, one does get a bit fed up. I have daughters. Mum had a jam-jar for each and every weekend she taught them to count by counting her copper change and dividing it by 2, She told me that once the eldest reached £100 the rest would go to the younger until that reached £100. Fair enough. Then my nephew arrived and I awaited the arrival of a third jam-jar...…….I waited, carried on waiting and the third jar never appeared. When I challenged mum it turned out that she had opened a bank account for him - and put £100 straight into it. Her reason?...you can guess 'Well, he's a boy".
I've never forgotten my sense of.... well, it's hard to express. Disappointment, anger, feeling of being second-best.... you name it - I suppose I've come to terms with it and thank heavens my kids know nothing about it.