Always two

No matter how many or few roast potatoes I make, there are always two left. Chicken today, the easiest roast as it kindly makes its own gravy.

Achievements for the day: Christmas cards (most) written, dinner made, tiny fuse extracted from broken light (though too dark to go upstairs to see if we have a spare), soup and stock made for tomorrow's lunch and dinner and, err, that's all folks.

Failure of the day: making all my family fall out with me. Still not quite sure how I managed that. Never speak truth to power I suppose...

With everyone huffily dispersed around the house, maybe I'll get to watch what I want (while I tackle the ironing mountain). Sigh. Roll on tomorrow.