Great news. Summer's over and so it's time for the first Sunday Roast of the winter.
Of course, as assistant chef, it is most important to take up a position at the feet of The Master.
You gotta make sure that she knows yer here and available to assist at a moments notice.
We're creating roast chicken, with roast potatoes, stuffing, roast parsnips, swede and carrot mash, and sprouts, with lashings of yummy gravy.
Oh, the exquisite torture of the waiting.
Of course, as we wait for things to cook there's an awful amount of tummy rumbling and not a little drooling. Then, once it's all gone in record time, there'll be tremendous wind.
But that's nowt to do with me. No, that's the fella behind the camera and there's absolutely no need to mention him and his digestion on a family blog such as this (oh no).
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