......and it's not even Chrustmas Day yet.
Last night younger son phoned to say he's not working after all, so can he and partner come with me to visit older son and partner (she's/was - when I started this post - in hospital, but due home). Fine, I said, in that case I'll roast the lamb and bring it with us - save older son a job. Started marinating it. Then older son phoned - great, could you come earlier then I can pick partner up. Then another phone call - no, don't come earlier, come later, then you could drop grandson off at home and save me a journey.
This morning, roast lamb in oven and the phone goes - all change, don't bring the lamb - partner being discharged, and she feels very sick when she sees food, so could you eat first, then come here? Fine - phoned other son, rearranged - he phoned back and rearranged a bit later - older son phoned back and rearranged. Lamb is out of the oven by now, and I don't know what stopped me feeding it to the dog!
DiL is now on way home, older son says he's starving, so he'll grab a cheese sandwich then feed the baby. I have the table set for lunch with younger son and partner, grandson in the background at older son's asking dad what's for dinner; my dog is anticipating the best dinner she's had this year.
Oh....I forgot to add that I changed my plans to visit best friend who intended to ply me with mince pies and mulled wine. Maybe tomorrow...........
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