It looks like I might have a challenge to meet on Boxing Day. Keith's family come for the day and Keith, being the Jamie Oliver of the partnership, always undertakes to produce the culinary delights. But this year, it looks as though he might have to pass that task on to me. Unfortunately, I don't really 'do' cooking. One of my colleagues as horrified the other day when I told her that, under normal circumstances, Keith does most of the cooking as I only have two menus - salmon with salad or salmon with vegetables. I did exaggerate slightly but Keith is so much better at it. For one thing, he's actually interested in doing it. As the French say, the French live to eat whilst the English eat to live and I'm afraid I am very definitely in the English camp there.
Still I shall have Keith shouting out orders from his couch of pain and if it turns out to be inedible, well we will have been spared the burden of exercising it all off in the New Year. Come to think of it, maybe that's why his first thought was to cancel the visit....
I mean, no-one's going to die of starvation, are they?
Hmmm, I'm starting to get nervous now.