The lure of roasted veg.

A wonderful trip south of the river to have a Sunday roast with Julia and Tom and the little ones. Having been told to get into the tent by Ophelia (see Blip of 27 December) to discuss the merits of Frozen (see extra) which she saw before Christmas and loved, she disappeared. I was left crouching in the tiny princess grotto for ten minutes before it occurred to me that I had been abandoned. She had forgotten about me and was now watching tv downstairs.

Meanwhile Tom was in the kitchen cooking a delicious lunch including roast parsnips and carrots. It was very yummacious.