Happy Birthday Big Fella
I'm cooking tonight for us and our mums - I'm doing chicken fillets poached in white wine, with potatoes/parsnips/carrots roasted with rosemary and garlic, and tenderstem broccoli and caramelised shallots. Wow, that sounds like I actually know how to cook doesn't it?*
This means I have to fly home - via the shops as I forgot to buy fresh rosemary - and get peeling the mountains of veg. Then I have to clean the bathroom, hoover up the copious amounts of fur that my cats shed (you could stuff a pillow with it all, I don't know how they're not bald), cook the rest of dinner, make myself look halfway decent and then be the hostess with the mostest for the rest of the evening.
But - much like the lady in the L'Oreal ad - he's worth it.
* I don't - this (and the odd lasagne) is about the extent of my repertoire.