Wendy can’t cook, but Tracey and Mitch can certainly drink

Turkey

Just a short update here to share with you the craziness that is the Templeton’s household on Christmas Day.

Tracey and Mitch did sod all other than drink their way through a case of my Carlsberg lager. They bought nothing, made nothing and did nothing. My present from them ? Sodding bloody socks. Shove it !

Wendy drank Snowballs and (delete as appropriate) Can’t weight things properly/can’t read things properly/can’t follow instructions/can’t choose the right temperature on the oven/just can’t do anything right.

So this is our wonderful Turkey which only looks slightly less tanned than Mr Cheap as Chips Bargain Antiques Man – and I’d pop him on the nose if he came round as well !

Merry bloody Christmas !

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