Dear Ruth
I burnt the yorkshires. I cannot, just cannot believe I burnt the yorkshires. The one thing I had to get right
I got everything else spot on, over two days. And they were the last thing in the oven. The cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake.
Like clearing the final fence in the National, striding for the line and finding my knees buckle at the last.
This wasn't a 'scrape the burnt bits away', or salvage the ones in the middle. This was a ' no, not a single one is going to be edible' disaster.
I have stories to tell and photos to share but for now, Christmas has finally lowered it's festive curtain, I have a cold beer and Match of the Day. I shall sleep very very well.
Yours until the morning
Tom
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