Oh I used to love Sunday lunch. We grew our own veg in the back garden. Dad had a greenhouse that he grew tomatoes and cucumbers in, and mum cut it up and prepared it while I made gravy and dad set the table. Then he'd go to the pub for a quick one with my uncle while the roast cooked away. I'd watch a quick Star Trek or Dr Who episode and wait until everyone arrived.
The family would come over and after we'd eaten, we'd sit down to watch F1 or sportscar racing (family of car geeks).
Mum was a brilliant cook and made chocolate cakes and the like, and dad, being ex army made sure I was skinny by making me exercise :) He died before I got to Woodlands, sadly.
Oh I used to love Sunday lunch. We grew our own veg in the back garden. Dad had a greenhouse that he grew tomatoes and cucumbers in, and mum cut it up and prepared it while I made gravy and dad set the table. Then he'd go to the pub for a quick one with my uncle while the roast cooked away. I'd watch a quick Star Trek or Dr Who episode and wait until everyone arrived.
The family would come over and after we'd eaten, we'd sit down to watch F1 or sportscar racing (family of car geeks).
Mum was a brilliant cook and made chocolate cakes and the like, and dad, being ex army made sure I was skinny by making me exercise :) He died before I got to Woodlands, sadly.