It's everyone's duty at Xmas to keep capitalism going by always discarding the olde and embracing the new. So, it's out with the slot cars and in with a non-digital battery powered train set.
Verdict? Goes like the clappers but the handling leaves a lot to be desired.
Vicky is recuperating from her recent surgery so does not wish to have her photo taken today, thank you. So Emlyn's job is to act as a barrier between lens and subject at all times whilst she instructs David on the black arts of cooking a splendiferous Christmas dinner.
The stuffing is standing and the veggos are ready for chopping.
The Chef creates some chicken-sausage meat and turkey-bacon rolls.
The sounds and smells of cooking are a constant source of fascination (not to mention torture).
If my legs looked like those I wouldn't show 'em off, no way!
Things have gone well so far but David is in need of a power nap prior to the climatic intensity of 'serving it all up'.
All-in-all, it went pretty well, all things considered.
Not as good as one of Vicky's but ok for a first attempt.
Vicky gave it a 19/20. Emlyn scored it 20/20. He particularly liked his bacon and stuffing on a ocean of gravy.
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