So begins another Sunday - the day of Food, the day of rest, the day of YAWPING until the Parentals relent and give us some of what they are having!
It starts with the intense focus of listening for the 'kitchen sounds'. Then whilst listening intently to every latent sound of oven on, basting tray out, foil out, foil on, fridge open, fridge closed, rustling, the sound of slapping meat (the best bit), cupboard open, pepper grinding, salt sprinkling, cupboard closed, the glug of yesterdays red wine (hopefully ManSlave isn't drinking this early!), oven open, change in pressure, meat in, oven closed, timer set. This is just the beginning!
The bit I can't wait for is when it all starts to smell wonderful and this is when my tummy rumbles and the YAWPING starts - this is the only day I can truly drive the Parentals stir crazy, because they always choose the slow roast and you think after all these years they would learn that means longer YAWPING time!