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Sunday lunch with Nanny, cooked in her new kitchen, new oven.

Grampy was in jovial mood, a man who loves his meat and two veg [No pun intended!] and just sorry that his gout means I will have to drink the Bordeaux all to myself.

Just to get the party started, I have to finish off the gin with a splash of tonic. Of course, I tried manfully, but I was nearly unable to stand at the end of the meal and wobble to the car!

The roast dinner was fabulous! Hurrah the new kitchen!! And Nanny!!!