Sunday lunch. My favourite day of the week, as I get to scoff the delicious roasts that Kerry the chef cooks. That's not to say I don't enjoy what Dad cooks, but Sunday roasts have always been relished.
I arrived at the usual time and pre-ordered my lunch (not that I have to), and Kelly the landlady was putting up balloons and streamers for a 70th birthday party. There were 120+ having a hog roast buffet at 4pm onwards. They all arrived at 2pm and the place was rammed! When Dad arrived at 3pm I had to wait whilst he got the car from the top of the car park, (I can't walk that far uphill). Luckily it had stopped snowing!
There will be a few sore heads in the morning!