Typical Sunday roast scene.
Some white wine was consumed. Potatoes roasted, and buttered, and consumed. Turkey fillet wrapped in rashers, and roasted, and sliced, and consumed.
Some red wine was opened, and poured, and consumed.
Some bannofy pie was made (by Mimi and Finn, on their own), and divided (not always fairly), and consumed (with gusto).
Some Frank Sinatra was played, and sung.
Some Fawlty Toweres is being watched.
While I am blipping.
All in all a good day, even if I didn't set a foot (or dodgy knee) outside.