Here first

We are all feeling much, much better - and I managed to cook a Sunday roast. Apparently it was National Yorkshire Pudding Day in the UK (another Brexit benefit to go with the blue passports?) but I discovered this too late and decided not to mention it to the family as I hadn't taken the eggs and milk out of the fridge to warm up beforehand, and if I had mentioned it Ottawacker Jr.'s plaintive whines would have meant we would be eating dinner much later than I wanted. Sue me.