
Melting roast beef, lamb, roast potatoes, parsnips, cheese sauced veg, the obligatory Yorkshire puddings and lashings of gravy was followed by fruit crumble and a syrup sponge to die for (below)
and I thank goodness I took the dogs up with us, as I had to excuse myself from the table to exercise them (and myself) in the garden after a huge main course.
Dunno what is the matter with my hair....I look as though I am doing a Cameron Diaz in There's Something About Mary

Now I am going to waddle off for a sleep
The family meal looks and sounds like it was fab!We've always had relaxing family meals here, but as an adult returning to my parents home with my brother(& fam)there, it was always the opposite of peaceful.Tension and animosity. Wayne,my only brother,is an unhappy man and he likes to spread the 'joy'.I thank God that there is enough distance between us that I don't have to deal with him.
ReplyDeleteYou are so lucky that you and your sibs all get along so well.(My sister is a peach...just a bit out of her head.really.)
I'm still chuckling about your hair.Who cares?! You look cute!!
cassie,
ReplyDeleteI am blessed with siblings (and their partners) that all get on famously.
But family meals were not always so nice
(read one of my first blogs written 4 years ago!!!)
http://disasterfilm.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-actions-of-kindness.html
Believe me Cassie, been there, worn the t shirt
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I like the hair its the Ken Dodd look
ReplyDeleteI have cut and pasted my post of 2006
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Today I have been thinking of something that happened many years ago.
It was a little action of kindness that had a profound effect on me and made me believe in the humanity within man.
One sunday, I think it was around new year, we were having lunch at home, all of us "visiting" my parents. My twin sister and I would have been around 26, my elder sister and her husband in their forties. My mother was a not-so-secret drinker and was pretty smashed as I recall. She carried on preparing the lunch and serving it as though sober, but it was all too apparant to all how much she had indeed drunk. In typical English/family secret way we all tried ignore her slurring and clumsiness, but as she tottered off into the kitchen my father could not bare it anymore and burst into tears.
We were all mortified!, and concentrated on our lunches as though they were the only meals we had ever been presented with. Only My elder sister reacted. Immediately and gently, and withour undue fuss she lent over and cupped her hand on my father's cheek. It lasted but a moment, but in that one tiny act of kindness she gave him her support,affection and control, it quietened him and he carried on his meal as we all did.
That gesture strengthened us all, and I have never forgotton it, it was something unique and special andthese things are often surprisingly overlooked in our self absorbed lives.
I am glad I rememebered it
Dearest Bro,
ReplyDeleteTodays lunch waslovely,Jayne is a brilliant cook and Andrew an excellent host, mixed with gentle family banter and laughter a perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Thank you Andrew and Jayne
Much Love Ann x
I am just starting to follow your blog. Your wit is wonderful, and your reflection on past events makes one remember those events of our own.
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Love the hair!
thank you Larry
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed a family meal of our own today - wonderful! Hmmmmmmmmm - no comment on just exactly how your hair managed to stick up like that. ;-)
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ReplyDeleteafter reading anns comment all i can say is ditto!loved catching up,ned not stopped talking about how lovely the food was!need cooking lessons me think,lots of love jan xxxx
ReplyDeleteWhat is a syrup sponge?
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